But Jesus.
I’m a wretched sinner, but Jesus.
It was Jesus that took me in.
He didn’t see me in perfection.
He didn’t see the many trophies I won,
good education I had.
But Jesus saw the broken in me.
I was undeserving, bitter inside, prideful, a
disappointment, lonely, full of myself, insecure.
I was dirty, wearing filthy rags.
But Jesus, he took me in and let me sit at His
table. He gave me new, white robes and put on
my filthy rags instead.
And I said…
“Thank you. But Jesus how can I repay you?”
He said,
“Come, follow me…”
Written by the Holy Spirit in me
















