To Die For: a Poem

sometimes, I feel like I am hard to love.

but then I remember.

I remember I have a Father, a friend,

a God who numbers every hair on my head,

who collects my every teardrop in His bottle.

a God who has seen my at my best and worst,

and loves me just the same.

I remember. 

I have a God who showed me I am so easy to love,

He sent His one and only Son

to die for every part of me,

even if I never chose to love Him in return.