No Worth

I wrote this as I was leaving Night Chapel one evening.

In the entire framework of space,
        To call me a speck is to overestimate my worth.
In the entire framework of time,
        To call me a split-second is to overestimate my worth.
In the entire framework of history,
        To call me someone special is to overestimate my worth.
And yet There is a set of eyes upon me
        And a set of ears to hear my beckon, my call.
There is an open heart to love me
        And open arms to comfort us all.
There is a voice which comforts and strengthens me
        And words to uphold me when I fall.
Though in this world, I am of no worth,
        In the heart of my Lord, He has given me value, He has given me
Worth.

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[DiamondNRough AKA Patty..]

Who cares what others think about our worth... If they are judging us, then that shows their true worth!
We only need his love! I like your poems, I can relate a lot to your writings.

Safe Hugs