So you think you know me. You used to know my dirt. You participated with me when I did it. Your definition of me is 20 years old. Or 7 months. Or so 5 minutes ago. Don’t you know I’m a new creation in Christ? I asked you for forgiveness, you said okay. I asked Him for forgiveness and He gave it to me. Willingly. Freely. Lovingly. As far as the east is from the west, that’s how far has He removed my transgressions from me. He sank my sins to the bottom of the ocean. And here you go, deep sea diving trying to bring them back to the surface. The bottom of the ocean is a long, long way for you to go to resurface my sins. Can you hold your breath that long? Not to mention the pressurization will kill YOU trying to go that deep. Is it worth holding on to your perceptions of me just to make you feel better about you?
No, I’m not that other person anymore, you see.
Stop standing on the shores of my life trying to find the old, wicked, broken (s)he.
Down I went eagerly, baptized in that forgiving sea.
I’m a new creature, totally, completely set free.
So if you try to remind me from where I came, what I used to do or who I used to be,
I’ll point you to The One who eternally redefined the meaning of ME.
I’m just sayin’
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