bashful boy

A bashful little boy, turned red in second grade
When teacher said how smart he was;
His best friend, Ronnie Wade.
 

The quietest one of all behaved in Sunday School,
Old black and whites, a frozen time;
He always kept the rules.
 

Throughout the years he grew, but inside he remained
A bashful little eight year old
who chose to live with pain.
 

How he was seen by others, a man above the rest;
But only he could know for sure
That he was not his best.
 

What makes a man complete and whole,
What fills his heart and feeds his soul?
How good a person can he be,
and have his heart feel new?
 
That precious little boy is me,
This empty man can finally see
The best thing in his life will be
when he is filled with You.

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