Today my teacher asked me
What God might think of us
I thought of all the things I've done
And cried right on the spot
He might think I'm one of those girls
Who has no morals for herself
Whom He created
and regretted;
He should've created someone else.
He probably thinks
That I'm a waste of time and space
That I'm one of those people
That we tend to call mistakes
But deep inside
I bet He knows
Why He's keeping me alive
I bet that I'm a miracle
He made for a special pair of eyes
So this is why my teacher
Has given me a chance
To answer the unthinkable
To question in advance
So that I may answer truthfully
And maybe change my ways
Because maybe it is better
To embrace our flaws out of our range
God has made me
With all His best intentions
And this is what I have to say
(The answer to her question)
That I am always going to
Forgive my own faults
Because I am not always perfect
But I will never be always wrong
What God has made of me today
Is a temporary mystery
I will find who I am
In His abundant love
Eventually
I am still finding strength
In all His promising words
For I am His creation
A miracle:
In the works.