I am His

by LostWords   Sep 21, 2012


My body is sown in dishonor,
but raised in your glory.
It's sown in weakness,
but raised in your power.

My conscience is clear.
Yet, I am not innocent.
Emotions anchored safe
and secure in His arms.

Mercy washes over my hands.
Love purifies my heart.
I am free.
I am whole.
I am His.

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