Humility.
It's what Mary knew when she poured out Every drop of her precious perfume. It's what the blind man saw returning from Siloam, When he met the One who restored him. It's what the desperate mother clung to When she stated, "even dogs get crumbs from the table," And of course it is every single part of You: Creator of the universe, coming down To be born in the dirt, Taking off Your outer garments To kneel down to wash Your students' feet, Taking on the weight of all depravity, And still giving an open invitation To "come and see." God alive in me, God unafraid of intimacy, God alive in me, Humble me. Without Your love, I am empty. Without Your love, I gain nothing. Present with You, I am free To walk in Your loving humility. Comments are closed.
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