There are times I feel like I don't belong.
Times I feel like, I say, think, feel, and do everything wrong.
How long, how long, Until I only hear your sweet song?
I still struggle with my instincts.
So many kinks.
There are times it's like I'm mopping the floor with my bum,
on a slippery ice rink.
Or slipping down a clogged up kitchen sink.
My eyes twitch too much to call it a wink.
It is more like a spasming blink.
I'm like an old tinker toy.
If it wasn't for Your resurrection.
I wouldn't have ever had that special section.
The one that holds the connection.
It is this that keeps me from defecting.
You are my very own sweet and savory confection.
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