My poem this week came while thinking about my friend who struggles a lot with low self-image.
I’m worth it
If God can see
All the times I failed,
When I didn’t live up to my hopes,
All the moments I regret,
Or should regret but don’t,
All the ways I’m weak,
When I topple to Satan’s breezes,
All my lifetime of mistakes,
Choosing the world first, not Jesus,
All the times I stopped trying
To do what I know I should,
All the times I rebelled,
And I shunned God and what is good —
If God can see all this in me
And still loves me enough to die for me,
Maybe I can love myself, too.
