I’m not perfect, but I’ve been bought with the blood. I may stumble, but I’m not going back to bondage. I’ll repent, I’ll obey, and I’ll keep sweeping out the sin—because my life is in a house covered by the blood.

My faith isn’t in my own obedience — it’s in the blood. And when Jesus returns, the question won’t be about perfection, but about the heart: Do I see the blood? A heart that longs to live under His grace.