I have been waiting in line for ages.
I simply am not as Perfect as He is.
As I near the front I think all about
the wrongs I’ve done to myself and others.
Tracing each one one last time, fearing them.
Finally here, pearly gates open wide.
The warmth welcomes me with big open arms,
Basking in its Light while I’m able to.
Open eyes see him walking towards me,
Tears fall down as I realize I am too
Broken for Him to welcome me gladly.
Taking my Burdens and loving me so,
He lowers my hands and shows me his arms.
There on his perfect skin are all my Scars.