Who can compare to You when I was cobwebbed in endless filth, yet you still saw the best in me?
Who can compare to You when you dusted off every part of me and clothed me in You?
Who can compare to You when you chose me to represent you, even when I didn’t know who you were?
Who can compare to You when I was encrusted in an iron frame of self-infliction, immorality, disgust and everything that hurt you the most, yet you peeled off every part of who I thought I was?
Who can compare to You when your gentle hands peeled me slowly and compassionately, all the layers that were negative and destroying me?
Who can compare to You when you believed in me more than I believed in myself?
Who can compare to You when you held myhand whilst the rest of the world walked out?
Who can compare to You when I have lived the miraculous handiwork that has transformed my very being?
Who can compare to You when you called me your friend even when I held everything against you?
Who can compare to You, when you called out my name in love whilst I pierced you with my hatred?
Who can compare to You when you see past our broken lives and see us as little children eagerly wanting to be loved?
Who can compare to You when you mended our shattered hearts?
Who can compare to You when you patiently engraved us in the palm of Your hand with Your own blood, before we even knew your very existence?
Who can compare to you when you sat and waited still and watched your handiwork skin herself from the world and hibernate in You?
Who can compare to you, my King, when you breathed life into me, when I was seeking ways to destroy it?
And who can compare to You when you greet us with forgiveness even when we least deserve it?
And who can compare to You when you called us, yet refused to listen?
Who can compare to you? Who can compare to you? There is none, but You!
