No matter how large a hypocrite, or how small my faith, when you started to talk about perfection, the way you talked about my pain, You became the seed inside that gave root to change, and I pray that there is power in prayer and I hope with all my heart that I will find You there, and if You’re bigger than my skepticism, then how dare I compare this high I prescribe with that beauty you prepare, but I am a skeleton in a little fragile skin.