I am turning 21 years old this year—but still a little child in the eyes of God.
I eat rice, bread, and meat—but my hunger is never satisfied without the Word of God.
I wear shirts, footwear, and accessories—but I’m most clothed with Christ’s love as He took my shame.
I sit, stand, walk, and run—but I can never do these without the grace of God.
I undergo trials and suffer as I bear—but my Lord has already done the hardest part.
I might have been judged, hate, and belittled—but I am joyful because God looks at the heart.
I’m loved by my family, friends, and church—but no one can ever love me the way my heavenly Father does.
I love my family, friends, and church—but the