Stuck in sin and brokeness,
It's not where we meant to be
if we have already taken the hand of Mercy,
but our human hearts often find a way to believe we are still meant for the murk we were rescued from
even though we wear robes of white now and can call ourselves daughters of the King.
The evil one has a way of making us believe we are doomed by the sins and mis-steps of our past, present and future,
He penetrates our deepest thoughts
He causes us to believe the lie,
"God doesn't love you. Who would He love you? You're nothing."
But Christ the King is always there, arms outstretched calling out,
"You're mine. I love you. There is nothing I won't do to have you belong to me."
His hand sometimes feels miles away, even though it's right within my reach.
But I'll reach for Him.
I'll cling to Him.
I'll cling to his promise that He's not finished with me yet,
that I'm not stuck in my depravity,
that I'm not a lost cause.
I am His.
I am new.
