I've never really been good at reaching out.
But the Lords givin me hands when I lack a mouth.
And arms for reach. The pastor preached "I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service." I believe that way of life is worth it. So I do my best impression of a prosthetic. You teach the truth and I deliver the message Give you my word but give them my rhetoric. Because I believe the word is alive but... But deep down inside I know living this life I will learn sacrifice. Afraid that I will lose my arm I give my prosthetic... Pathetic. I'm really good at rhyming words when I speak from my mouth but I've never really been good at reaching out...