Accomplished (Lam 4:22)

Papa, You could have walked away and left me in my own ugliness.  Yet you considered me worth the trouble of rescuing, in my brokenness and messiness.  My punishment is accomplished and not on my own head.  You carried it all away, what had happened and what was yet to come, such that you can somehow look at these ashes and proclaim them already beautiful.  Your grace to me is matched by Your glory in me, even as yet when I catch it only in glimpses.  Because You declare it is accomplished.