Perfect in His Sight

A poem that I wrote a while back (and finished Thanksgiving Day 2011 [Thurs. Nov. 24, 2011]) about no matter what we do and no matter what we don't do, God sees us believers as perfect.

Perfect in His Sight

 

 

Through my anger

Through my lustful passions

Through my additions

And the rest of my baggage

God died for me

 

In my darkest moments

In the light of day

No matter when I fade

He loves me perfectly

Enough that He took my wrath

 

Jesus sees me as perfect

Son of God by the sign of the dove

We are part of His elect

I’m covered by His love

 

Jesus’ faithfulness never fails

Even though we often do

The world wants our soul

In His hands forever kept

And always my soul will be

 

Jesus sees me as perfect

Son of God by the sign of the dove

We are part of His elect

I’m covered by His love

 

Jesus sees me as perfect

Son of God by the sign of the dove

We are part of His elect

I’m covered by His love

 

My faith is based upon what He has done

By grace, a gift, given to me

Not on my own accord, but what He completed

 

Jesus sees me as perfect

Son of God by the sign of the dove

We are part of His elect

I’m covered by His love