Unworthy Steward
by Barbara Philbrook

Unworthy steward  of Your mysteries though I be,
Heavenly Father you have selected me.

Though I am not worthy to be considered of such,
You honor me Father by entrusting me with so much.

Now may I surrender all that I am,
so that you may use me to reach to my fellow man.

Fill me with love, knowledge and truth,
so I may attract those who've hurt since youth.

Use me as a beacon while life is at it's worse,
making it possible for others to traverse.

Give me the strength that I will need,
so that with Your work I can proceed.

Give me discernment so I may recognize,
and with Your guidance make decisions that are wise.

Reminding me always it is not me,
but Your Spirit within that others now see.

Show me daily I am nothing without You,
that if You left there'd be nothing I could do.

Unworthy steward molded out of clay,
being made useful by Your hands as You mold me each day.

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