Redeemed
I am a screw up,
And that is all I'll ever be.
I can't face the things I've done,
The things I've said;
Both who I was,
And who I thought I wanted to be.
There are so many things I regret and wish I could do over,
But no matter how far I run,
They are always right there behind me,
And I can't seem to alter this essence of me.
I'm sorry–
I'm sorry for who I am,
I'm sorry for my very existence.
I don't deserve anyone's kindness,
Or forgiveness;
Least of all Yours.
My Lord, it is You who I've wronged the most,
It is You who should find me sinful, guilty, and unclean in Your sight.
I have no right to ask You for anything,
And yet my lips pour forth atrocities You already know,
And I find myself kneeling at Your feet.
And I hear myself begging You,
“Please,
Please,
By the blood of Your Son.
Would You please forgive a sinner like me?”
You whisper to my soul the one word that changes everything:
“REDEEMED”.
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