Imperfections surround me.
I, myself, am imperfect.
Flaws and quirks smear
all that is around me;
it is so hard to see
the good beneath it all.
My family, my brothers,
my sisters, myself.
All of us have our flaws.
Personality, emotion,
physical, mental,
name it, we have it.
And I wouldn't have it
any other way.
I can still give thanks
in the midst of our faults.
What we see as curses
are our blessings
that make us who we are.
Though we may focus
on the smallest of stains,
your Grace surrounds us all.
Let us see through Your eyes,
let us see Your perfection
in our imperfections.
Amen.
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