CLOT

         What's the use of trying to be
         Something that you're not
         Pretending that you are complete
         Shows that you're a clot
         It's only people that have sussed
         While humble and contrite
         Without the help of Jesus Christ
         They can do no right.

         Because you've done it your own way
         You're in the mess you're in
         You hide it with a mask of calm
         You even wear a grin
         Until you let the secret out
         And pull away that mask
         The churning will go on inside
         Unless, His help, you ask.

         Who cares if you have fallen foul
         You're not the only one
         The church is full of sinners who
         Are shocked by things they've done
         If only we would all be real
         And show ourselves as weak
         Then we would have a closer flock
         Of God's beloved freaks.