...Nor How I Merit One Red Drop of Sacrifice -6/19/05

So many: they who have more strength than I,
Who, rather than this fractured self, are whole.
And so they’re worthy of a larger role.
There’s so much diff’rence twixt my “do” and “try”.
And many: they with wisdom more than I,
Who have the Eyes of God inside their soul,
With words can fan the spirit’s cooling coal.
Their words are water, mine are harsh and dry.

But are we judged on all the strength we own,
Our life a balance sheet by which we’re tried,
With co-dependence as the highest vice?
It rather seems that all we have’s a loan,
And when we were our weakest, still You died.
I don’t know what You see that’s worth the price…