2 Corinthians 5:21

The world may call me foolish and flawed,

A canvas marred by harsh, unyielding scorn,

Whispering that my worth is dimly awed,

A tale of failure endlessly reborn.

Yet in the quiet depths of night,

I hear a voice, tender and bright—

Christ proclaims my soul to be His own,

In His eyes, true beauty is shown.

Though mirrors reflect a fragile guise,

And harsh words echo in despair,

In His embrace, I rise and realize

A love that heals, beyond compare.

No longer bound by labels so severe,

I walk in light, redeemed and free,

For in Christ’s grace, all truth is clear:

I am His righteousness—eternally.