My sin is paralyzing
Deep and ingrained
I feel unworthy
Lost and ashamed
My faith is true
I believe in You
But I can’t reconcile
My beliefs with what I do
Can You still
Use me?
Can you still
Want me?
Can You still break through
My pride and anxiety?
I know
You have not completed me yet
It’s not about me
It’s about You in me
Through me
In spite of me
You are my identity
Will I find You
At the end of me?
You are already working
At the core of me
Shaping me
Breaking me
Chipping away at
What shouldn’t be
Until glimpses of You
Begin to show through
It’s not about me
It’s about You in me
Through me
In spite of me
You are my identity
Will I find You
At the end of me?
Who am I
In You?
Who am I
Without You?
When I can’t feel You
I will follow You anyway
I will trust You anyway
I will praise You
Thank You anyway
Even when I feel unworthy
Lost or ashamed
Even when it feels like
You could never love me
Your truth remains
It’s not about me
It’s about You in me
Through me
In spite of me
You are my identity
Will I find You
At the end of me?
Will I find You
At the end of me?
*Inspired by The Anatomy of a Disciple: So Many Believers. So Few Disciples. by Dr. Rick Taylor and Walking With a Limp by Brad Bell