So often

I can’t wear the right clothes,

Speak the right words,

Fit the right mould,

Be the shape people want me to be,

Expect me to be,

Demand that I am,

To conform.

But you Lord

Accept me,

Release me,

Make it possible to be me,

Perfectly free

In your service,

Open for you

To transform.


By Daphne Kitching