I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't show.

I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.

So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.

Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
Your love is pure as gold.

I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case someone doesn't understand.

So please protect me,
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.

~Author Unknown~


Dear God!

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