Even in my darkest,
You’ve loved and died for me.
Even if I don’t know You too well,
the times I forget and ignore You,
still You made a way to draw me closer to You.
I was the sheep who wandered away
wandered so far it took years to be found
scarred, clothed with dirt, barely walking
You carried me,
wrapped in Your arms
at that very hour.
I pray that I can see
right through Your eyes
the way You see me.