God,
Why are you so good to me?
I am but made from dust,
so small compared to your majesty.
Yet, you knew me before the beginning of time,
and shaped me with your holy hands.
Gave me a calling, a purpose to live,
and a passion for your holiness.
In my sin, I almost drowned,
yet you sent your son as a sacrifice for me,
to bring me back to who I am created to be.
God,
I do not deserve any of your blessings,
or the grace you have shown me.
For it is you who has given me life,
and the only way I can show my gratitude,
it to live my life for you.
Birthdays, far from home
15 years ago

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