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Worthy. A poem.


“Worthy! Sufficient! Enough!”

The deafening refrain echoes round

As though on my own merits I am found

To be indispensable. Able. Whole.


But I know the truth.

The failures. The inconsistencies. The pride

That masquerades as insecurity inside

Or vanity without. My deep love of self.


Have mercy on me, Lord.

Who am I that in your grace

You raise me up to see your face

And call you, “Abba Father”?


You take these stained rags of my pride

And hide me deep within your love

Turning my gaze from me and mine

Til all I see is your throne above.


“Worthy! Sufficient! Enough!”

The deafening refrain echoes round

The praises heap up and abound

For You, Jesus- You alone.

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