#NOFILTER
Just little old me.
I stand here before you,
but there isn't much to see.
I stand, blinded by your magesty.
Your glory and your beauty
overwhelm me.
And I am nothing.
I hide in the black.
I put up filters and walls
hoping you won't see my acts,
hoping you won't reveal my faults.
But now I am bare
and nothing remains hidden.
But, by your saving grace,
I am forgiven.
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