I don’t fit
I’m all elbows, edges, and angles
that doesn’t align, doesn’t match
with any place in this world.
And that’s ok.
You called me out of this world
picked me up from the miry clay,
and set me apart to be yours,
a citizen of heaven
made for eternal love and glory
spirit moving against the material grain of a fallen world.
I’m not rejected,
I’m chosen and special in Messiah.
I’m not a misfit,
I’m intimately understood by my Father.
I’m not wrong,
I’m unique and made for purpose by your grace.
So grant me grace to continue this journey,
as a foreigner and sojourner in a strange land,
understanding that all things will pass on this side,
and You will be waiting for me with open arms
to know You, love You, and see You clearly for all eternity
in the next.
I praise You Lord.