Too, Too, Too
Too...too...too
Sometimes I'm embarrassed
how intimately
you come
to
me
I"m unworthy
I'm too broken...too shameful...too guilty...too...
But you come anyway
when I speak your name:
JESUS
With fire and love and passion
You dwell amidst all that I am
because YOU ARE
You slowly make
me more worthy
and melt
all my
too's
into
nothing
at
all.
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