Here I am as weak. Here I am frail. Here I am as I fail and fail and fail. And mercy goes foreign and grace seems stale. But then I remember in all my wrongs I am right. In all my darkness there is so much light. In all my blindness, there is sight. I am not worthy of this. I am not worthy of this.
Jesus loves me.
Jesus loves me.
1 comment:
Very nice picture. Nahum 1:4 (I think; "...the billowing clouds are the dust beneath His feet..."
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