home. part ii.
I get by with a little help from my friends.
- The Beatles
this is my home.
you are my family.
i'm about to lay it
all out there.
i'm intelligent, and i'm goofy.
i say inappropriate things, never
missing an opportunity for that's-what-she-said.
i'm compassionate and usually funny.
i sometimes offer good advice,
that is, of course, when i'm
not trying to sound wise. i love you
deeply, and often need a second chance.
i don't always say the right thing, but
i sure do know how to give a back massage. i know
most of your middle names, but i'll always
forget your birthdays. i care how you are,
unless i'm busy thinking of myself. i'm not
good-looking, but i have pretty nice eyes.
i'm a little bit of a coward, but am certainly
over-protective. some have called me clingy;
i prefer the word vigilant.
i recognize beauty, but find it difficult
to appreciate art. i'm not the most athletic,
but that doesn't stop me from playing.
i lack confidence, but i'm a really good actor.
i runaway from conflict, but will readily forgive.
i stumble every day, but still hope to find Christ.
in this circle where we've all got each
others' back, you let these things be true,
and my deepest, truest prayer
is that i do the same for you.
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