Dear Father, I’m seeing myself as a worm.
The truth that I’m nothing the Scriptures affirm,
But pride doesn’t like all the feelings I feel.
I want to be something that’s worth a great deal.
But turning to Jesus and seeing His cross,
It brings me to tears, as I think of the loss
The Son of Man suffered to make sinners whole ~
And that is the worth that He put on my soul.
I’m sinful. I ought to have no worth at all,
But Jesus, who died to reverse Adam’s fall,
Proclaimed by the cross what He thought I was worth ~
A price that’s unequaled in heaven or earth.
I’m simply a vessel that’s cracked by the fall.
In me, in my flesh, there is no good at all,
But Jesus has given a treasure inside ~
I’m bought by the blood that He shed when He died.
~Ezra Brainard, August 2012