I am valuable to God, still his beloved.
Dirtied, creased, spoilt by the world.
Yet of infinite worth to You.
I feel I've let you down, ignored You
Failed You in my witness
Yet still You love me, Your child,
I try to go it on my own
Yet you stand alongside me.
I scream and rage oh God WHY?
Yet You bore it all on the cross.
I try to get it right and do all the right things
Yet You simply want me to be
When will I take it in.
You made me and love me
As any parent loves their child.
You know what is best and
Through all the circumstances of my life
You seek to lead me on.
Oh if only I would be still
And hear that still small voice
By Rosemary
