Okay, so after re-reading Izzy’s little assigned poem to memorize, and feeling sufficiently convicted – i took relief in the fact that the first line is wrong: True worth is never in my being anything but in Christ. So that led me to re-think this little rhyme.
True worth is in the only Being;
Who each day on earth gone by,
Perfectly obeyed even Seeing
The cross and the agony.
Not only did He heal men’s blindness,
Forgiving the fancies of youth,
The eternal King in His kindness,
Shows us He is the life, way, and truth.