Will I ever be worthy of the image I see reflected on the mirror, not my reflection, but the form, the human shape, created by The Father. His likeness and greatness, on a lowly clay whom He breathed life to. Our God, Pure and Perfect, forgive me that in my every wrongdoing, I deform my likeness to You. Distorted and stained, I get separated from Your image, please save me for there is no pain more bitter than to be away from You.
1 Corinthians 3:16-23
Didn't you realize that you were God's temple and that the Spirit of God was living among you? If anybody should destroy the temple of God, God will destroy him, because the temple of God is sacred: and you are that temple.
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