Who am I?
A jumbled mess and a masterpiece.
Mentally and spiritually strong, yet weak.
Shaping, bewildering, molding, and tearing me.
All these things, how can they be?
I fall to my knees.
I beg and plead.
Show me the truth, so I can see.
My soul quickly swells with a binding peace.
The answer’s clear. I now can see!
A man, a cross, and shed blood made it be.
The beautiful and the wretched, the mosaic is me.