The Gift of Shame

How precious, then, that I have been shamed
That bitter failures have passed by my face
That I have fallen short is a blessing unnamed
For inadequate hearts are touched by your grace.

In you I am perfect
What an astounding thought!
That this broken body, useless and decrepit,
Would be healed as your words have taught.

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