Here I am

Journal entry -

Here I am, here I am. Impure, ugly, nothing much, if anything at all. But here I am, here I am. Do you want that? This is all I have. Take it, or leave it. Impure, ugly, nothing much, if anything at all. Do you want that? Choose.

And without hesitation, I know - You'll draw me back into Your loving arms of grace without a doubt, make me something beautiful.

Impure, ashamed, nothing much, if anything at all. But You don't care about that. You'll take me anyway, regardless, always. I just have to be here - impure, ugly, nothing much, if anything at all.

Here I am, here I am.