My heart aches,
And I feel so unworthy
To come before You.
I feel worthless and,
By the contemptuous smirk of others,
I’m certain this is true.
I feel so ashamed of myself,
And nobody is there to say,
“It’s okay. God is there for you
No matter what.”
I feel like I need to cringe
And not hold my head up high.
I feel like I need to lurk in the darkness
Rather than boldly embrace the light.
I feel like You don’t love me,
And I wonder, How could You?
I know I don’t love myself,
And I probably never will.
And yet, in the depth of my shame,
You are there, always vigilant,
Always available, always telling me,
My child, I know what you’ve done.
I know how badly you feel.
I know you think your life has no value,
But that’s not how I see you—not at all.
In spite of everything, I love you
Just the way you are.
That’s why I sent My Son.
He bore your shame, washing it clean.
Now, you are whiter than snow.
Leave the past and your sense of shame behind.
Hold your head up high and walk
Into the future with Me guiding the way.
I still have a plan for you—a plan
Filled with hope and with promise.