the whole universe is silent and watching as He seems to play back the most intentionally-well-hidden moments of my life. yes, i’ve fallen short. must He continue to count the times? each word. each thought. each action. they’re all laid bare.
a coveter.
a white-lie justifier.
a hater.
a sin sugar-coater.
a hypocrite.
a self-enamored idol-lover.
a praise-seeker.
a commandment-breaker.
a vain mirror-gazer.
a server of self.
a great sinner.
were the King to send to the scales the morals of my soul, i would stand no chance, for this list is just the beginning.
were He to look past the white-washed face that everyone saw, to smell the stench of this tomb, surely trying to convince myself that i’m “good enough” would be for naught.
that’s when i hear it.
i hear His name.
Jesus.
oh the comfort of that sweet name at an hour like this!
“she’s mine.”
at that word, all the lists that confirmed my guilt, the endless stretches of my offenses against God, the weighty remembrances of my debt were blurred with a crimson red and vanished.
i stagger to my knees as i behold the only word left before me, marveling like never before at the gospel i claimed to cherish all those years.
righteous.
“she’s mine.”
at that word, all the lists that confirmed my guilt, the endless stretches of my offenses against God, the weighty remembrances of my debt were blurred with a crimson red and vanished.
i stagger to my knees as i behold the only word left before me, marveling like never before at the gospel i claimed to cherish all those years.
righteous.
“blessed is the man against whom the Lord will not count his sin.” rom. 4:8
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