humbled.

I am nothing.
I don't have much...
but all I can offer is filthy rags.
completely unworthy.
I am a pitiful sight.

yet He clothes me with beauty and righteousness...things I could never earn.
He trades his beauty for my ashes. He gives me joy where there is mourning.
He takes my heaviness and teaches my soul to praise him.

I can't even love you unless you call my name.
I can't even worship unless you anoint my heart.
I can't even want you unless you want me first.

There is only ONE who has consistantly and constantly chosen to love.

I don't want to think about where I would be without him.