Beautifully Bound - A Little Poem

I was down.  I was broken.  I was in bits and pieces on the floor.  I was not able to stand.  You came when I called.  You stayed true to your word.  You pieced me back together and bound my wounds.  Why would you choose to fix me, one that has no worth?  Not true, so you have said, it is part of my word.  You spoke my life ages ago.  You spoke my name and never let me go.  You bound up my wounds.  Grateful doesn’t begin.  To give you my life doesn’t seem enough.  All this because of your great love.  While I can see trickles of blood through the bandages, while I know that scars will remain, these are nothing compared to your scars that bear my name.  How do I describe, where do I begin, to tell of this life that was broken by sin.  Beautifully bound by the one who loves me more than I can imagine.  Beautifully bound to the one who gave me life.  Beautifully bound to my Savior through grace.