Tell me of all the plans
That you have made for me.
I want to know the person
That I have yet to be.
I want to see myself
Through my heavenly Fathers's eyes.
Take away my façade,
Let me see through my disguise.
I am no longer afraid
Of my weaknesses and thorns;
They were made into strengths,
When I chose to be reborn.
My heart is beating so loud;
I know that you can hear,
As I strain to hear the words
That you are whispering in my ear.
Written by Carol Suttibugha
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