Just a thought...

Jesus loves me and all that I am, and that's a pretty amazing thing. I am not a good girl.

I am bossy, I am rude.
I am selfish, I am crude.
I'm sacrastic and ironic
some would say I'm quite iconic
of a foul mouthed comedienne upon the stage.

I'm unmerciful and angry
Less than gracious and I must say
prone to unrelenting bouts of mindless rage.

I am prideful.  I am vain
I am heartless. I complain.
Apathetic and Disdain
Is a look I wear quite often on my face...
But sometimes...

Sometimes I am thoughtful
Sometimes I am sweet
Sometimes when you see me
It's compassion that you meet.

I am caring and empathetic
Patient, kind and sympathetic
Gracious, humble, giving,
Gentle, mild, meek.

But this side can only surface,
When I set aside the curses
And let the fleshly side of me go weak.

If at anytime anything
I do or say means anything
Is when you are seeing Jesus live through me.

I am shallow, He is depth
I am dead, He gives me breath
He is glory,  I am pain
He's the reason I am sane.

He is truth and I am lies
He hears melody in my cries
to Him as I seek wisdom to be holy.

And if ever you find meaning
in anything that I am doing
Know you're witnessing the beauty
Of  Jesus doing it through me.