No apologies

No apologies for who I'm meant to be.
The only thing that matters is, I am free.
To the cross I run, holding high my chains undone.
Now I am finally free, free to be what I've become -- Undone.

Even in defeat, the face of tragedy
Still you'd have to say that I found victory.
In brokenness comes beauty -- Divine fragility.
Reminding me of nail scarred hands
Reaching out for me.

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
Romans 12:2