I Am
I look in the mirror
I see just me
My brokenness,
My flaws.
Where I look
And I see the cracks,
The holes,
The bumps,
The bruises,
But then I’m reminded
By that small whisper
Deep in my heart
That it’s not the truth
About me.
My God comes
And says,
“I Am
Your shelter,
Your redeemer,
Your peace,
I’m in you.”
Now with His blood
And nail scarred hands,
He tells me,
“You are
Mine,
Treasured,
Loved,
Redeemed,
Beautiful,
My daughter.”
I sit,
I weep,
Because that’s not
Who I deserve to be
But He stays by me
And speaks,
“No.
This is your truth.”
I am alive,
Set free.
Free from opinions
That entangle me
Free from condemnation
Free from death
Free…
From me.
My sin,
My shame,
I say,
Get me out of the way,
Of You.
Your glory,
Your light,
Fill me with You
O, Lord
Your will,
Your way,
Your holiness,
I pray.
Now,
I am victorious.
Not by me,
But by Christ.
Living,
Breathing,
Penetrating my soul.
Come in
O’ Lord
You are welcome here.
And even when
My doubt fills my being
He tells me,
“Oh child,
You are never without me.”
Even when I am fearful,
He comes,
Into the darkest pits
Where I dare not look,
And He lifts me up
Snatches the darkness
Far from me
By His holy light.
He speaks yet again,
“She’s mine.
Forever mine.”
I sit,
I weep,
For I know,
My sin is deep.
I can barely utter
As my lips begin to stutter
“I am Yours”
I. Am. Yours.