I'm getting baptized tomorrow.

I came from a woman who I can never handle to watch cry,
she used to make me pick her flowers with the roots so they wouldn't die.
I came from a Father who will always remain behind a disguise,
until the day I get to look the miracle maker in the eye.
I had days when I tried to die, I had days when I didn't and I didn't know why.
I colored outside the lines of his greater design.
But He's going to take, me, the woman's creation and He's going to let me fly,
Cover me in his grace and ring me dry.

I'm excited.

I just want someone to hold me until all the breath is squeezed out of me and tell me that I am not crazy.