Set Free

I spend my days

avoiding mirrors.

I don't love myself. 

 

I never feel 

completely okay.  

I am undeserving. 

 

I blame myself

for all this pain.  

I am worthy of death. 

 

I wanted nothing more

but to waste away. 

 

But He is blameless

and free of sin 

yet He chose death for me. 

 

His mercy set me free

from my prison

though I am undeserving.

 

 

His love is greater

than the pain I feel.

And it washes over me. 

 

I am restored, I am renewed. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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