I have measured my value by man’s eyes, not God’s.
And I am shattered.
But He ministers in this place.
He empties me out.
Tenderly brushes away these places that are not of Him.
Hollows with expert hands.
The pain is unbearable at times–
You are the Bread of Life…
You are the Living Water…
Why am I left hungry?
He whispers love over me.
Love covers a multitude of sins.
His Great Love covers me.
He gives me eyes of love.
Just hold me, Lord. Just hold me.