“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.