she is the small child clutching the nickel while dimes lay unclaimed

she stands in the doorway hesitant to enter afraid that once in she will miss what passes by outside

she remains beyond My perfection for she will not come in

Isaiah 44:22 TLB

I've blotted out your sins; they are gone like morning mist at noon! Oh, return to me, for I have paid the price to set you free.

/SS/CG