I AM

I am what I am, I am agreed
        A prefab full of bits
        Not necessarily in the right order
        An airfix kind of kit
        The Lord has been refining
        And strained the toxins out
        And I am now what I should be
        I’m finally facing out.

        Why should I be like other folk
        I am unique, you see
        And I am of a separate yolk
        How I was meant to be
        So as I’ve been decluttered
        A level plane I am
        And God can build upon this rock
        A pure, created lamb.