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I am the face of weakness

I am the king of cowardice

The hammer and nails

Impaling the flesh of Innocence

I am far from confidence

I am an eroding mountain

Trying to protect myself

From the elements around me

I am bare and exposed

I am not what I should be

But, I am becoming

More than I once was

I am at a dead end

I am standing firm

Against these gates

Of eloquence and despair

I am the searching soul

I am at a crossroads

I've come to know

As more friend than foe

I am the lion

I am the sheep

Nestled beneath

A wolf's cloak

I am a sinner

I am forgiven

Of my transgressions

Of lesson's never heeded

I am the clay

I am not the potter

Though I will give way

To the gloves of mercy's grace

I am healed

I am no longer seen

For my sins and shortcomings

But, through the blood of the Righteous One

I am that which

I AM created me to be

Reconciled

And, boasting in the Grace that set me free