Oh Lord, you have looked inside me and seen me for what I am.
Every unspoken thought and intent of my heart.
Every deed that is yet to do, and every word that is unformed on my tongue.

I know those thoughts, those despicable thoughts
and that tangled mess in my chest that is supposed to pass for a heart,
and I can't fathom it, Lord. I cannot fathom what it is You see that you could love,
because somedays, it's hard to love myself when I know what is within me.

Inside me is a mistress, who claimed love for You,
and then turned to the arms of other lovers,
but God, I AM SO DONE WITH THEM.

I am standing at the aisle,
clothed in white,
white that is YOUR GRACE
and YOUR LOVE
because without it, I'd be in rags.
And God, I'm desperate for you
and longing for you to make me your bride,
a woman you can be proud of.