I’m not quite as messy as this poem suggests…most days anyway.
Thankfully Jesus died because he knew I’d be messy, inside.
Romans 5:8 comforts us –
“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (NIV)
He loved us in spite of, and because of, our messiness.
So keep on treadin’ on high,