Large fingers pushing paint...
You're God and you got big hands.
Colors blend... the challenges you give, man.
Seek my part, devote myself.
My small self like a book amongst the many on a shelf.
Sometimes I know, sometimes I rise.
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I cringe, sometimes I live.
Sometimes I walk, sometimes I kneel.
Sometimes I speak of nothing at all.
Sometimes I reach to myself, dear God.

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