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Weighing Worthy

When you saw that I had words That were worthy of weight You decided I was special With access to the City's gate When you saw that I survived Great suffering and pain You decided to get from me Whatever you could gain When you saw that I learned fast Anything put before my heart You decided I was the beginning Of a fresh, from the throne, start ....to your throne When you saw that doors opened Outward to my vision You decided that my God Could also be YOUR provision When you saw that I walked in grace Among the wicked and vile You decided I had the "stuff" To help get you through your trials When you saw that blessings poured On and around me, from the heavens You decided that you would get more If you provided the leaven ...for your kingdom Oh, but the moment, I looked like failure And all the blessings were crushed to ashes You withdrew yourself from the presence Of my LOVE's necessary lashes You quickly joined the throng around my tree And provided the nails that bound me ....to death I have no comparison for the agony of destruction And the ripping of the soul from rejection All are reduced to a mirror in my hand So that my accusers will experience the power of deflection This is the problem with worthy When it lies in the hands of humanity The height, depth, and breadth of LOVE Will always be reduced by intelligence to insanity I admit it! LOVE has me I am held captive...in my WILL I WILL die for LOVE, with LOVE, and in LOVE, with my LOVE, no matter ...............the cost Only a fool plunges in without weighing The cost of treasure he wishes to possess I am a fool above all fools Because I found that nothing is more pricey than HIS REST Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-25-2018

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