My Remedy

You don’t see the mess
You don’t care about my brokenness
You just stand right here with me,
Then get down on your knees.

You aren't afraid of the work
Not shocked by all my quirks.
You seek to serve though I’m beneath
And thus exhume my dignity.

You clean what must be cleaned
Restore some broken beams
You turn your eyes to look at me
And in your gaze I see

My value and my worthiness
Reflecting back your godliness
I image You, I can’t ignore
Was made good, can’t ask for more.

So in this truth now I will rest
And in it pass through every test
If only everyone could see
Your look of love, my remedy.

Inspired by Psalm 8

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