I stand where I do not belong—
and yet, I am invited.
Amazed, I draw near.
Not because I have earned a place,
but because God, in mercy, has made one for me.
Humbled, I remember who I am.
Dust and weakness.
Quick to promise, slow to follow through.
In His holy presence, every illusion of strength fades.
And still—He welcomes me.
Grateful, I receive what I could never secure:
a place at His table,
a share in His covenant,
a nearness purchased not by my obedience,
but by Another’s blood.
Jesus Christ has done what I could not.
Where I fall short, He has fulfilled.
Where I stand at a distance, He brings me near.
Where I am unworthy, He makes me welcome.
So I come—not confident in myself,
but resting in Him.
Dependent, I confess:
I cannot walk in Your ways unless You hold me.
I cannot keep Your Word unless You write it on my heart.
I cannot draw near unless You draw me still closer.
And so I remain—
Amazed I’m invited.
Humbled I’m unworthy.
Grateful I’m included.
Dependent I cannot do this without Him.
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