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.


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!


  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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