The relations that I have with my all mighty savior are personal, eloquent, unworthy of human words.
Some people call it a religion
Some, insanity
However I call it life.
It's that kind of higher thinking that I am elated by
The fact that I am the smallest speck of dust on earth, in the millions of galaxies, in the universe compared to him
I fear it.
I fear his power, and his grace, and his forgiveness
I fear the fact that I can ****** another human being and still be loved so much.
I am not worthy
I used to be doubtful.
I was never doubtful of God, I always had my faith
But I was so doubtful that someone so perfect could love someone so flawed.
So ugly.
So filthy, and rotten, and disgusting, and UNWORTHY of love.
But he did. And he does, love me.
And he wants me.
He wants everyone, but most of all, he wants ME
When I look in the mirror I no longer see that disgusting human staring back at me.
I see Jesus Christ shining through me with his LOVE
his all mighty and saving love that I need.
This perfect man died for me. For every single thing that I am, for every atom and particle that make up every single thing that i am he DIED for it
And I don't think I will ever be able to comprehend his love
But I sure am grateful for it.