Memoirs,

My Lord, My Valentine : Your Love keeps no record of my wrongs

February 05, 2013 Ezer Kenegdo 0 Comments


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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