XLII. Who am I, Lord, to hold onto the past?

“For you did not receive a spirit of slavery, to fall back into fear. But you received a spirit of adoption, through which we cry, ‘Abba, Father!’” –Rm 8:15

Who am I, Lord, to hold onto the past,

And taunt myself o’er failures you forgave?

Why should I, with my eye on mirror cast,

See not a child of God, but sin’s lost slave?

Your arms about me tenderly You weave.

Each day Your love You whisper in my ear.

What right have I to worthlessness to cleave?

You proved what I am worth with nails and spear.

Falls can’t define me when my soul You lift;

Nor weakness, when Your strength slew Death for me.

Of Your true vision make me now a gift,

That through Your eyes my value I might see.

You hold me precious. Precious, then, am I.

With dignity I’ll act, in hope raised high.

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About Victoria Grefer

Victoria is a New Orleans girl, born and raised, with an appreciation for the charm of the Deep South. She has a bachelor's degree in Spanish and English and a master's degree in Spanish literature, all from the University of Alabama. From the age of six she dreamed of becoming a writer, and her writing career begin in the third grade with a series of stories about herself and her friends solving mysteries. She self-published the Herezoth trilogy between 2012 and 2014 and is working on its second edition. She is soon to be a graduate student of theology.
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