O God I am so tired of not being good enough.
Not smart enough, skinny enough, rich enough, patient enough
Not spiritual enough.
O Lord, it’s so hard to be so close, yet so far from the goal.
to not make the grade, to miss the mark
be the last one picked for the team
But that’s where your spirit comes in
and fills the space between
more than enough
Because I am not good enough
not enough for your love
for your perfect, eternal embrace
Yet, you hold me anyway.
With a love that cannot be erased
by my shortcomings, my falls,
the clumsy way I get around this life
You weep when I weep, rejoice when I rejoice
Calling me daughter
Naming me friend
Claiming me as your own.
For in my weakness you are strong.
And that turns, not enough
In this cosmic equation
Your mathematics of grace
Are the joints that make me move
Lubricated by the oil of your love
Held by the ligaments of grace
Powered by the fuel of your fire
You equip me to run this race.
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