Written by: Courtnee
But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.
I was made imperfect. I understand that it is not in my nature to always make the right decision, but I know that it is in me to know right from wrong. I was made imperfect. When I say I won’t I almost always do. When I say I won’t ever let God down it always seems to happen. He has done so much for me how could I even fathom the idea of hurting him, but I do. I was made imperfect; I repent I get back up again and then I fall. I get myself in unbearable situations and I ask that you release me from them, and you always do and then I fall. I know I’m not worthy of the kind of love you give. I don’t know why you keep me.