Worth

  

I’ve borrowed from others’ beauty 

And I’ve resented not having my own.

And I’ve fished and I’ve watched and I’ve wondered,

What is it like to really be known?

Then I hear it real quiet – a whisper –

A suggestion to play over in mind;

“When you look to ME instead of to them,

MY worth in you you will find.”

Then I’ll think that I’m then on to something

And I wait and I think and I ask

Of the One from Whom these whispers come,

“Is this really a possible task:

To quit wasting the time in wondering

If I’ll ever quit wasting the time?

CAN I be known and live fully contented? 

Could I be (I whisper) sublime? “          [sublime – beautiful, morally worthy, complete, excellent]

Now He waits and watches and asks me

With such tenderness it puddles my core,          [core – essential part]

 “Will you believe it is I Who can love you,

Show you all that I’ve made you for?”

And I nod, though it’s tentative, quiet.

And I slowly sink down to my knees.

And I open my hands, with a smile I look up,

And I give Him my heart… 

          And receive.

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6 thoughts on “Worth

  1. I couldn’t ‘t be more pleased that you think so… Or more grateful that you’ve taken the time to read and respond. Thanks and love to you, Uncle Terry!

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  2. Oh – and I will most assuredly pray for your said “burgeoning… faith.” Thank you for your admission; I don’t take it lightly and believe it to be the absolute most important thing to pursue in anyone’s life. Not the least of which someone like you who has such a beautiful gift of words. How important that the overflow of your heart to the one that speaks be from the right – the only right – Source.

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