I'M NOT WORTHY YET
(c) 2002 Stephanie Durand
Holy is the one
Who called me by name
Holy Lord, I called out
As out of the darkess, I came
Crying out to you, Jesus!
I'm tossing it in a pile at your feet
I'm discarding my old, tattered robe
I'm running to you so weak!
I'm trying, Jesus
To get to you as fast as I can
I'm tripping, Jesus
For I have the flesh of a man
I'm not perfect yet, Lord
I'm not worthy, I called out in shame
He said, "Come, my child, broken,
For I have heard you cry out my name.
Come dirty, for the blood of my
Father's covenant will clean your weary soul
Come ashamed, my son,
For my Father will make you whole.
My father knows his sheep have wandered
But he is calling out to them
To listen to the voice of the Shepard
Instead of chasing the wind.
Come as you are now, my son, dirty and unclean,
Come and let me cleanse you of your sin.
For your heavenly Father has been waiting
So every patiently to hold you in his arms again.
And say to you "Welcome Home, My Son"
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--November 15, 2002, after Father Many
Your poem is beautiful and the thoughts in it are so true. Thank God that He didn't tell us to clean ourselves up before He saved and took us in, or we would all still be living in our sins and separated from Jesus. That miraculous re-birth cleans us up on a daily basis sometimes, but it ALWAYS teaches us how not go back to what we once walked in. Praise God! In His Love, Eve
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