I am sin.

That's all I see when I look in the mirror.  I'm dirty, filthy, wretched with sin.  I'm selfish.  I'm easily angered.  I'm jealous.  I'm lazy.  I'm two-faced.  I'm insecure.  I'm a liar.  I'm hypocritical.  My main priority is me-- my wants, my desires, my needs.  I am weak.


... and yet, He still makes something beautiful out of me.


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Where have you hidden yourself oh my beloved
You fled having wounded
I pursued but you had gone


In search of you my darling I would scale the highest clouds
Scour wooded valleys, roaring torrents whispering gales


Vous etes mon coeur