State of confusion? Thought it was an illusion
The place I was really in was a state of refusing
In search of the solution to the problem inside of me
I didn’t follow the directions that would have properly guided me
I see what’s inside of me, actually it’s blurry from the filth
I need to be reconstructed because this is the frame that sin built
Filled with much guilt, this misguided trip
Bruised up, broken down, walking with my limp
Holding to my hip because I refuse to go out on a limb
Heart is heavy, thought I was ready, but my mind isn’t steady
Eyes need re-adjusting, focus on what’s in front of me
Who am I but a broken frame, one you called out by name
You put it inside of me, so Lord help me sustain
From sins hold I must refrain, strength I must maintain
After all, I’m broken glass stained…
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