God loves unequivocally, all of me- every part of me.
Forget the strands that are barely holding on
or the stains of guilt that are forever pressing on.
I'm clean and rid of all of that,
Forever in His arms.
I'd like to hide and put shackles on my arms,
I'd like to tell myself I'm the only one that feels that way.
I'd like to forget the pain I caused, or the smiles I sometimes fake,
but inside the noise, the chaos, this lousy ocean,
is the girl you perfectly crafted and I'm formed without mistake.
So, I see me in the mirror, but that is never all of me,
revealed only in our time alone is the beautiful part of me,
The part who prays and will reverently hit my knees,
the part who knows I did nothing wrong,
Forever in Your arms.
I'm longing just to stay here and to not be torn away.
My memory and forgetfulness are my constant plagues.
To see the gentleness with which I can approach you,
to see your loving answers and to know that I just know you.
Your beauty and your grace,
although they are not fleeting,
sometimes I doubt their reaches to the anguish I have inside,
but when I run and greet you and throw this world aside,
I am safe and wonderfully made,
Forever in Your eyes.
