my mind is a flawed canvas. every thought stained by bias. 

and conflict. 

and experience. 

and pain. 

and past. 

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.