Your Woman

Lord, I want to be your woman.
Made, shaped and sculpted by You.
Broken pieces, shattered and scattered.
Is there still hope for someone like me?

They told me I would never be anything
They told me I was just like him -- or her
But Lord -- I want to be just like Jesus
Is there still room in the Kingdom for me?

My heart has been a door mat
They've called me everything but my name
But I hear You calling me... 
Is there still a place for me in You?

Lord, I really want to please You
I'm not even sure if I can
But I'm willing to try
Is there still time to try?

Can you collect the pieces --
The scattered and shattered parts of me?
Some were given,
most were taken.

​Lord, will you make me Your woman --
Will you make me whole?

​Whispered by the Holy Spirit, penned by Cathy Ames 3.19.2005