What freedom, what grace

What freedom
What grace
I don’t have to be perfect
You already were

I am all accepted
You were all rejected
You were all betrayed
I am all loved

Forever a daughter
Forever in Light
Forever adopted
Forever alive

Forever forgiven
Now being restored
‘Til that day comes
When I can sin no more

Ana Robinson

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