Lord,
I’ve been bad. Remember all the things I’ve done, the things I’ve thought of
doing? How can you love me after all that?
You
smile, and pull me even closer into Your warm embrace, the harder I struggle to
get away from You. You whisper o so gently “Old things have passed away;
behold, all things have become new”
What
manner of Love is this? That constantly starts on a clean slate, not
remembering neither holding me to past sins and mistakes? You love me freely
and trust me completely not letting my dirty past cloud a bright future.
It’s
amazing how You truly do forget.
Yours lovingly
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