Dear God, what I feared I now welcome. What bored me now fascinates. Where I sought acclaim I now promote others.
How, Lord, did such a revolution occur? Drip by drip, the rot has been washed away and my foundations upended.
My wounds are covered in new, pink skin and the sun warms me.
I never can become worthy through action, Lord. These changes are solely from your love and grace. Yet let me try to merit them. Let me accept your love and pass it on.