My Identity in Christ

I am but a feeble thing,

With wounds and battle scars,

But in His love, death's lost its sting,

And I am made unmarred.

I am now a filthy thing,

With spots upon my robe.

Yet in His love He washed my sins,

And has given me new hope.

I am just a weary thing,

With strength that's much long-gone,

Yet in His love He's sheltered me,

And by Him I press on.

I am thus a wealthy thing,

Claiming love divine.

And by His grace I've been set free;

I am His and He is mine.

~ July 7th, 2016