NOTHING IS WRONG
They said something must be wrong with me…
Too quiet.
Too loud.
Too bold.
Too proud.
Too real to be righteous,
Too raw to be redeemed.
But listen…
Nothing is wrong with me.
Not anymore.
Because everything that was wrong
Got poured at the feet of the cross,
Drowned in blood that speaks louder than loss.
What’s broken in me, God saw,
And called beautiful.
So I ask…
What’s wrong with you?
While your finger points,
Does your soul hide?
While you inspect my scars,
Do you deny your pride?
You’re scanning my life for faults and flaws,
But have you held your reflection
Up to God’s law?
See, we talk about lust like it’s the only sin,
But what about that greed you let in?
The lies you layer with charm and smile?
The people you use, the ones in denial?
Some are tempted by bodies,
But some by bank accounts.
By power.
By praise.
By fake friends and shallow clout.
Temptation has many names,
And some of you wear them like name tags.
Maybe you were never tempted by flesh…
But control?
You needed to be the smartest in the room.
The loudest in the room.
The best dressed.
The most blessed.
The center, even in God’s presence.
Maybe that’s what’s wrong with you.
You turned your nose up at those you deemed “less than”
Less attractive, less educated, less Holy…
But let me remind you,
God picked fishermen, not Pharisees.
A shepherd boy, not a soldier.
A virgin girl, not a queen.
So when you scroll past people
because they don’t “look the part”
You might just scroll past the very ones
God calls HIS heart.
Yes, I’ve had my flaws.
But I gave them up.
Laid them bare.
Let God see what even I couldn’t stare at.
And guess what?
HE didn’t flinch.
HE forgave.
HE filled.
And now?
Nothing is wrong with me.
Not because I’m perfect,
But because I’m HIS.
So what about you?
Still hiding behind status?
Still trading loyalty for likes?
Still selling your soul for influence,
Denying the price?
If your identity can be bought,
It was never yours.
If your character crumbles for fame,
What are you building on?
If your love is reserved only for those
who reflect your own face,
What god are you really serving?
And maybe…
Just maybe…
It wasn’t me who was “wrong for you”,
Wrong color, wrong class, wrong gender, wrong tribe.
Maybe it was never about me.
Maybe…
You couldn’t see God in me
Because you haven’t met HIM fully in you.
So I’ll say it again for the ones in the back:
Nothing is wrong with me.
I am blood-bought.
Spirit-filled.
Mercy-kept.
Grace-covered.
And you?
You’re welcome to be the same.
But the journey starts with the question…
What’s wrong with you?