Enveloped in a cloud of crushing shame,
And stamped with such a telling sign of fear,
I'm sent to where the lies have been reformed
And sealed with a promise: you are near.
No matter where I'm sent, I'm fully loved;
With stains like ink and fingerprints revealed,
Yet held in gentle hands, and "this side up,"
Repackaged, readdressed, and now resealed.
Though fragile, I am ready to be sent
To face the world with all my inkstains gone,
Enveloped in your arms of shameless love,
And proudly with your seal of mercy on.
postscript
You ever feel like a battered package handed around a lot of places? He is the Healer.