These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Imperfect, Though I Am

Imperfect, though I am,
I can yet be redeemed.
'Tis through the Great I AM,
I'm 'fore the Lord esteemed.

Imperfect I was born,
and full of sin cast down.
By Christ, the veil is torn.
I need no more a frown.

Imperfect are we all.
His Merits we all need.
O, listen to His Call.
"Salvation," He doth plead.

Imperfect, though I am,
imputed righteousness
was bought by Saving Lamb,
forever He to bless.

Imperfect I will always be
as long as I live in this flesh.
Redeemed by Grace and made set Free
by He, Who entered through the crèche.

Imperfect I'm by Luther's words,
"A saint and sinner all the time."
Eschewing those in wide-path herds,
I'm made to live the life sublime.

Imperfect, though I am, He died
to take away my sin and shame.
Once buried for my awful pride,
He rose again to change my name.

"Imperfect" is my earthly state.
Made new my everlasting JOY.
Because of Christ, I'm labeled, "Great!"
His Perfect Life for me employed.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 12th, 2023