God could stretch us till we’re paper thin,

Till we’re black and blue, use us up,

Like an old dish rag, he knows our limits,

I'm sure, but before that, he's an architect,

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Its possible he could be asking everything of us,

Everything we could possibly give,

But I believe he’s an architect,

I'd like to think, we’re only responsible for our job,

But I honestly don’t know, should we push ourselves,

Should we be yearning for more,

Maybe it’s a matter of hunger, of greed,

Maybe it’s a matter of character, am I lazy,

Lord forgive me, maybe I yearn to grow,

If I can be doing more, I’m open to it,

Please show me the way, but I’m only human,

I'm dumb, you know, you built me this way.