my mind is a flawed canvas. every thought stained by bias.
and dissonance. no pure thought enters that doesn't leave tarnished. the weight of depravity finds itself heavier than any else...
an anchor dragging a ship to the ocean floor.
how incomprehensible it is that you choose this flawed canvas to paint a masterpiece. a resolution to a most cacophonous symphony. beauty defeating the dirt inside.
imperfection clothed by the One who wears perfection. how have you managed a masterpiece?
thank you for painting a masterpiece.