Christian · Poems · Wordsmithery

The Question

What does God see

when He looks at me?

Is He proud of me?

How could He be?

Good is what I want to be,

but I mostly only see

the weak inside of me.

He must be able to really see

so much more in me,

for how much he loves me

has truly set me free.

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