The times I sin, they seem to pinch my skin.
The times you forgive, that gives me a reason to live.
You are love.
My white dove.
God, I just cannot comprehend.
How you can take someone like me and love me like no other friend.
I cannot measure...you.
I have tried, but always seem to fall through.
It doesn't seem to add up.
How do you ALWAYS overfill my cup?
Why are sinners like me, worth your time?
I mean to humans, I will never be considered prime.
But that does not matter.
I am worth more than gossip and cruel chatter.
Because I am loved. Not by someone who to even care, has to be shoved.
But by my Savior, our Creator, my heavenly Father.
I am your daughter. Here and forever after.
Unintentionally, I deny your love for others, because they seem, like actors.
We are all under your umbrella of love, sheltered by grace, forever in our happy place.
My actions I regret, but will never forget.
But you still love me, this I feel, this I know, and I will never let go.
You are love, the purest form from above.
It is undeniable, because you have made me capable.
Forever I am grateful.
For it is said. When He rose from the dead.