When I become the object for blame

I am nothing, if not dismayed, sometimes to the point of hurtfulness.

I could be raised on a diet of Maybe I'm just not good enough (??) [even when I am moving on(!?)] - the mix of insult judgement and righteous indignation.

That somehow, I still managed to make a mistake. Somewhere.


But what right do I have swallowing the lies of such blast?

When I am highly esteemed by the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords.
Bought at a high price - the price of Jesus.

What right do I have when righteousness is a gift and is completely unmerited?
It stands. Truth stands. There I stand.

While realities cannot be denied [I am the object for blame], BE STILL.
No fight, no flight. Only STILL.

God, my deliverer.