Je veux être un ange.
Without ivory wings to suspend me in midair,
and a flawless halo to hover over my head,
I have pondered this quagmire for ages:
How could I possibly be an angel?
Je suis pas parfait.
My porcelain flesh has been marred by razorblades,
and my heart pierced many times by the arrows of sin.
Too often have I fallen upon my face, unable to wield a sword;
unable to do more than pity myself.
I am impure, my spirit has been oxidized,
covered with a layer of imperfections.
How could I possibly be an angel?
J'ai pleuré, j'ai perdu foi.
I have turned away from the light of the father,
forsaken all of the gifts and promised treasures,
in order to seek the pleasures of the world.
I have cursed His holy name more than once,
and I have sought to have my own will fufilled, rather than his.
How could I possibly be an angel?
Mais je suis toujours retourné.
No matter the trials, no matter the pain I've been through,
I have always seen the light and the will of the Lord in my life,
and I have repented and sook mercy in his eyes.
I have always tried to help others, I have always tried to
show love and compassion toward my fellow man, even when
they spite me and demand that I leave them be.
Perfection and strength do not an angel make;
understanding, compassion, and love for fellow men provide the light
that allows a tarnished halo to shine with brilliance once again.







Could we do God's work any other way? None of us are perfect and ALL have come short of the glory of God. I think it is through our imperfections and sin and growing through trials that God puts us right where we need to be in the deepest part of our hearts to do good. In our growth our eyes are opened and we become whole and closer to Him. In this we want to do good and help others. Anything else I saw here would be senseless babble right now so just let me say, this was very heartfelt, honest and so full of passion. I think you hit on the key word here too "COMPASSION" very well done. Best of Luck in the contest. Be well and be blessed









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