Lord, am I worthy?
To my wife...my children?
My friends who believe?
To the ones that come to me for comfort, relief?
Or is my worthiness my own selfish pride?
For am I not seeking the admiration of others?
For I am worthy only by you.
Can I ever be humbled enough to ever even believe I could?
To be, I must release myself and all that I once believed defined a man of worthiness.
For I was lost with a heart forever closed.
Worthiness could never be...
Yet the truth could enter me?
May I now be worthy?
I'll wait for you to answer me...
While I wait, I will cease to talk about if I am worthy and simply begin to act like I am.
For worthiness will come as all that keeps it hidden, is released.
My ability to be the constant opposite of what it should and could be.
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That worthiness has always been with you John and I am sure your god knows that.
Andy
We shouldn’t have to ask others if we are worthy .. because we just are .. even if we may not feel that way
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