Standing outside of the bubble, watching clips
of my life, I’m not pleased with my choices;
I stand ashamed in God’s sight.
When I look in the mirror sometimes, I cannot
get past how I look, I see all my flaws
and wish I could change this or that
I’ve entertained thoughts and ideas I’d dare
not repeat, I’m glad my mind is not a projector.
I pray for a clean and renewed heart, mind,
soul and spirit every day gotta’ stay humbled
and appreciative of every good thing I’ve got,
though, I still see my flaws, I know nothing
and no one is perfect, with God as the head
of my life, I cannot go wrong.