Here I am, Lord,nasking for justnone more chance.
Why do you continue to use me?nWhat good am I to you?
I am anflawed,nbroken,nundependablentool.
One that makes mistakes,nand asks for second chances.
But I hear a gentle voicenwhispering a message of hope,nthat my heart longs to hear…
That even a flawed and broken toolncan make something beautifulnwhen it’s used by the master.