He Asked Me Who I Was
He asked me who I was.
So I told Him:
"I don't know who I am...
All I know is that I'm a sinner.
I am the scum of the earth.
I've messed up too many times to count.
I'm broken.
Useless.
Alone..."
And He looked at me and said:
"You're right-- You don't know who you are.
You are redeemed.
You are so precious to Me.
I have forgiven and forgotten all of your mistakes.
I am fixing you.
I am using you for My great plans.
I am with you.
I AM.
And you are Mine."
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