Delicate

I feel delicate,
delicate as glass.
I feel that I can be broken.
But I wish not to be.
I feel that I can be torn apart.
But I wish not to be.
I feel that I have a key to unlock myself.
But I wish to find the key.
I can not find the key,
the key to unlock myself.
But one day a friend told me where the key was!
The key was God.
Go pray and he will take your sins away.
All along I was not broken, torn apart, nor locked.
Praise God!!
I am delicate as can be!

Shannon January 27th 2005