"Perfectly Imperfect"

I may not cross every T and dot every I...

But God still sees me as the apple of his eye...

I fall short and make mistakes, and have plenty of doubts. 

I have so many wrinkles I have yet to iron out. 

I've done wrong and I've had wrong done to me. 

But everyday I find myself counting my blessings. 

I struggle from day to day and cry myself to sleep at night. 

God spoke to me and made me realize that this is not my battle to fight. 

While on this journey I've endured crashes and collisions that has caused me fright. 

But God said trust him he will order my steps if I walk by faith and not by sight.  

People see me some condemn and some consider me as a gem. 

But the truth is Only God knows who I am. 

I'm broken, my life is a mess, every season it's a New test. Perfect I'll never be. 

I'm working on me, and God is working in me. 

I am perfectly flawed and flawlessly imperfect. 

I am a working progress and God isn't finished we me yet. 

PoeticTiffany Poet

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