Thank You
Dear Lord,
You’ve taught me a lot about myself
In less than a year than the other 18 years, I’ve lived
You never left my side
Even when I thought you did
You never saw me less than worthy
You sent your only son to die for my sins
But you always made sure I never felt guilty about it
You loved me more than I loved myself
You didn’t have to
I guess
I was broken
It wasn’t a condition
It was just me
You fixed me
No, You made me whole
Never knew how to thank you
But you never asked either
Which makes you so good
Thank You
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