| Unworthy
Steward by Barbara Philbrook Unworthy
steward of Your mysteries though I be, Though I am not
worthy to be considered of such, Now may I
surrender all that I am, Fill me with
love, knowledge and truth, Use me as a
beacon while life is at it's worse, Give me the
strength that I will need, Give me
discernment so I may recognize, Reminding me
always it is not me, Show me daily I
am nothing without You, Unworthy steward
molded out of clay, |