Jul 06, 2005 16:20
I'm here, broken on my knees
But that is not how you see me
I'm shattered, scarred beyond repair
But to you I'm a canvas, an artwork to be made with great care
I feel lost beyond forgiveness
Yet you continue to extend your kindness
How can you love a wretch like me?
For me, how can you hang on a tree?
Because, though brokeness is what I see
You see a masterpiece, set apart by Thee
You made everything I am
You long to hold me in your hands
My strength, my weakness, you love it all
For this imperfect me you took the fall
I'm here broken, and that's ok
My God loves me and says I'm holy in every way
~Colossians 1:19-22
In Christ,
Mike