love.

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.