Creative Ponderings - Poetry


I kept thinking there was a trap door

somewhere...and I missed something. How could it be that God would love me How could it be that He could see the mess that I have called my life but look at me as righteous and blameless in His sight? I am what I am I'll lay my head down and allow His Grace to abound... so that I can be who He has already made me.

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