Oh, Lord, what You have lavished on me! An extravagant love. You do not love my facade, The polished exterior, The oft-hypocritical perfection. You love my soul. Beneath the wounds and the imperfections, The flaws, the warts, the secret sins Of judgement and of pride Past all of these, You see my soul And find me lovable. Worthy of extravagance in Your Unbounded Love.
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A Hope of My Own 