Compared to you, O God, I am just scum.
The vast wonders you have created are endless.
Yet, you tell me to come.
Come into your presence.
The vast wonders you have created are endless.
Yet, you tell me to come.
Come into your presence.
Compared to your love, I am pitiful.
I do not deserve it in the least.
I can't even begin to comprehend how you love so easily.
I fall to my knees in amazement. I lift my hands to you.
You could toss me aside, but you love me unconditionally.
When I am scum, you beautify me.
You cleanse me.
You love me.
1 comment:
Thank you for posting this! I, too, often feel like a scoundrel- and yet my Bridegroom chooses to lavish His tenderness upon me. He forgives; He draws me to righteousness. None of this is what I deserve. But He isn't selling it- He's giving it.
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