I know she’s done some things you aren’t proud of. She’s lied, cheated, stole, misused, abused, gone where she shouldn’t have, talked about folk, laid in places she had no business, walked in shoes that didn’t fit her feet, agreed to terms of relationships beneath her, accepted less than her value, abandoned her purpose and disposed of her destiny … but I love her.
I love her enough that I’ll carry the weight of the cross. I love her enough to take the torture. I love her enough to take the nails. I love her enough to lay my life down. Father, I love her so let the blood I shed cover her.
She’ll do right this time but even if she falls again, I’ll pick her up. She’ll do right this time but even if she makes another mistake, your grace can forgive her. Father, she isn’t perfect, but I love her. That’s the kind of love you’ve instilled in me, so let it be enough to save her.