Mistake after mistake,
I’m my own worst enemy,
At times everyone knows when I’ve gone too far but me………

And yet with blood still on my hands,
Treason fresh on my lips,
I’m re-made to be whole ,new and loved.

Not in an instant but through blood and tears,
Saved by another’s crucifixion –

A gift unwrapped by a gradual realization-
And now I’m wrapped in a blanket of grace.

Walking completely undone.
Its in this undoing that we are re-born,
embraced and set free by a relentless kinda love,

Amazed by this divine romance,
Inbetween a fallen world and perfect God –

Found and redeemed,

This is a story of Grace.


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