I'm reading a book by Elyse Fitzpatrick called "Because He Loves Me". I wrote this in response to the first chapter.
I’m wretched
I’m useless
I’m hopeless
I’m helpless
I’m dirty
I’m stained
I’m lost
I’m guilty
Yet…
I’m beautiful
Because he loves me
I’m useful
Because he loves me
I’m hopeful
Because he loves me
I’m helped
Because he loves me
I’m clean
Because he loves me
I’m pure
Because he loves me
I’m found
Because he loves me
I’m innocent
Because he loves me…
…because he loves me and sent his son to take my punishment
on the cross. All my guilt, shame, wretchedness, helplessness was place upon
him and upon me was place his purity, his righteousness, his loveliness. This
is love – that a man lay down his life for his friends.
And my response?
They will know you are my disciples if you love one another.
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