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I am...
Perfectly Flawed. Yet, He loves me perfectly
No, I'm not called because I'm perfect
I'm called to become perfect
A binding process
Like clay in the Potter's hand
I am indeed caressed by the hands
Of a loving Craftsman
Molded
Blended
Stretched
Cracked
Yet, joined together again
Perfectly flawed.
I can't run away
It's me He chose
Yes, all my curves & imperfections
All my Crazy innuendos
...thoughts
...dreams
My crazy inclinations
All of me
Perfectly flawed
I'm that tiny dot
In the pews of the church
Just grateful to be loved by such a Wonder
I am not your pastor
Or your minister
I'm just me...all flaws of me
Yet, He's called me to be Light for His glory
Do you know what He said?
"Daughter, you are...
A Chosen Generation
Royal Priesthood,
A Holy Nation
A Peculiar Person..."
Who me?
Yes me.
Perfectly flawed...me.
So in all my strangeness
...and peculiarity
I'm perfect in the most unassuming of ways
I am who I am
Unapologetic
Growing daily
Becoming who I was made to be
A constant metamorphosis
And so I continue
To Write
To Speak
To Encourage
To Bless
(doesn't matter what you think I am)
Because I have been blessed
With such Love
To such an imperfect vessel
I am indeed blessed of all women
Struck with LOVE
Arrow right on my heart
Perfectly flawed
In His glorious unchanging perfect flawlessness.
Written by J.A
