Love keeps no record of wrongs

Love keeps no record of wrongs

I accused you of an accounting system

stacked against me

and I was right about that

But now that I think of it

I have been the one 

Keeping track of my wrongs

Never letting go of my flaws 

Always judging and recounting

 

Do I not believe that I am worth 

Being loved? 

Am I capable of letting love in? 

Am I worthy of grace? 

Is grace there for me?