An uneven Dress

dress

 

 

Torn by the weight of this world…

Tattered by shame and defeat…

Ragged, I cannot deny…

Worn out who can repair?

The only work of art I know…

This treasure is mine to keep…

Can the  lost be found?

Can the old be made new?

But You were bruised for my iniquity

Torn to make me whole

Surely You can repair

That which I treasure

For My soul is like an uneven dress…

But in Your hands I am made new…

Uneven

 

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