I am

[Anglican]

I am what I am, I am agreed
A prefab full of bits
Not necessarily in the right order
An airfix kind of kit
The Lord has been refining
And strained the toxins out
And I am now what I should be
I’m finally facing out.


Why should I be like other folk
I am unique, you see
And I am of a separate yolk
How I was meant to be
So as I’ve been decluttered
A level plane I am
And God can build upon this rock
A pure, created lamb.