I’m whispering “I was lost”,
Now I’m found and I’m forgiven.
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak and need His strength to carry on.
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed and need God to clean up my mess.
I’m not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible but God believes I am worth it.
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches so I call upon His name.
I’m not holier than thou.
I’m just a simple sinner who received God’s good grace, somehow.
this is probably as wishy washy as i will get. being christian does have a side to it that relies on faith, and is very heart felt.