Privilege and brilliance and the sense of being conspicuous does something to you, something I can't quite reconcile myself to.
Remind me I have nothing to prove? Remind me to give Your love to every tired hurting confused broken person I meet? Every bitter, hard, numb, obnoxious person? Every fool and reject and addict and slob? Everyone who seems, or feels, unlovable?
Thank You for loving me NOT because I'm smart or brave or beautiful or gifted or charming. Thank You for loving Your creatures, Your world.
Remind me I have nothing to prove? Remind me to give Your love to every tired hurting confused broken person I meet? Every bitter, hard, numb, obnoxious person? Every fool and reject and addict and slob? Everyone who seems, or feels, unlovable?
Thank You for loving me NOT because I'm smart or brave or beautiful or gifted or charming. Thank You for loving Your creatures, Your world.
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