It's cold outside. Or is that just the chill I feel inside from standing here. Steeping in my shame. I can't deny. But I'm surrounded by the very thing You freed me from.
I am struggling to find a way to make. Myself attractive to You, attractive to You. I am trying to be more deserving of. The gift You gave to me, so free.
Many times when I was little. I'd hold my Daddy's hand. And many times I thought I was so strong. I'd let go and try to stand. . But many times I fell and was so ashamed.