Imperfectly imperfect me.
Scarred by the uncertainties of life.
Lost in the abyss of self.
Pettiness. Grief. Envy. Strife.
Your outstretched hands pulled me out.
Your loving, encouraging words to me spoken.
Moulded me like the perfect potter You are.
In Your presence, I’m broken.
Swimming in the everlasting water of Your mercy.
Basking in the splendour of Your glory.
Blinded by the light of Your love.
You leave me..