What if I read my Bible every day?
What if I prayed for little things?
What if it was me
Who died on Calvary?
What if it was my blood that was shed?
What if it was me who rose from the dead?
Would there be a change?
Could it be the same?
The same as if it was him
All the things that he did
Dying on the cross
Dying for our sins
Who am I to ask “what if”?
Can I call myself a Christian?
Can I make disciples of men?
Should I be given a chance?
Can I be saved again?
How could I deserve this
With all these “what ifs”?
He's so perfect
I feel so worthless
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Questions and comparisons made in this poem. Anything less than perfection is an imperfection but that is what is human.
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