I AM

[verseode]

                    

                         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.