I'm flawed and selfish. I am too young for wisdom and too old for innocence. I do not know how to begin to love another as myself, at times even loving myself is too much for me.
In a facade of humility I strike up a parade of focus on me. When I don't know the right answers I build up my walls and scramble to stay standing.
But one greater than I has strode in; one who knows how to love perfectly. He is relentless in bringing me to my knees.
Never meant to stand in my own strength, I'm accepted whilst riddled with flaws. My fickle heart must look up from the mire towards its maker if it is to learn anything of love.
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