Born in sin, I knew no other way.

Condemned within, until the day.

When in grace, I was remade:

In my natural state, with hellish fate,
Unworthy was my only trait.

I was:

Untrue.

Ungodly.

Unfaithful.

Uncaring.

Undesirable.

Unholy.

And unacceptable.

I was unloving and unlovely,
but never deemed unlovable.

For I have been unbroken
through his unconditional love
by the unstoppable mercy
demonstrated in the unutterable darkness
of the wrath-born cross.

And in the uncontainable power
of the bodily resurrection
of His unequaled Son,
consummated in the unending praise
of his unspotted bride
from an unmerited redemption
unto the unfathomable riches of his unmatchable glory.

And now I am unashamed.