Ten-Dollar Bill

Someone told me today
 That I am like a ten-dollar bill.
 A fresh new piece in God's wallet,
 His wallet of children and life.
 
 All He had in His wallet
 Are all ten-dollar bills.
 So everyone is of the same value
 In the precious eyes of God.
 
 But everytime I sin and go against His will,
 I fold this ten-dollar bill.
 Making a deep crease on the body 
 Of the once clean note.
 
 If on an average I sin ten times a day,
 A week of life would soon leave me
 Nothing but a ball of paper mache
 
 However this paper mache that I am still holds it's  
 value,
 It's value of ten-dollars 
 Even though it is dirty and stained
 And in the eyes of Jesus,
 I am still the same.
 
 But because of His great love,
 God always straightens out His notes.
 For He didn't die that painful death
 But to iron out the creases in me.
 
 So after I asked Jesus into my life,
 Everyday I would go to Him and confess my sins.
 For that is the only way 
 To feel the warmth of His Iron of Love.
 
 His Iron of Love to straighten me out.
 Making me once again and forever,
 A clean ten-dollar bill.

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