Poem- Coat of Arms

I'm not all put together,
tied up in a pretty bow-
I have flaws that I tend not to show.
I know my limitations that keep my ego in check-
It keeps me humble knowing I'm not perfect.
My wounds inside of me run deep-
I keep them hidden so no one will see.
I admit I don't know it all,
and in God's presence I will most likely fall.
Humility is my coat of arms,
it keeps me from inflicting any harm.
My vulnerability creates my honesty,
and in all my relations I create intimacy.
My imperfections are what makes me complete,
and in God's eyes there is nothing I lack or need.