We talk about self-image
And self-identify,
We try to find new freedom
In redefining “me,”
We set out to discover
The person that we are
And spend our lives in searching
For some great inner star.
Yet my intrinsic value
Lies not in who I am,
But in the holy Image
I bear and Whose I am.
It’s not that I am mighty
Or talented or loved,
But Who had made and claimed me,
Who calls me His beloved.
It’s not in my achievements
And all the things I do,
But in His work within me
To let His love shine through.
It’s not in my great vision
And impact that I rest,
But in this sweet assurance –
In Jesus I am blessed.
It’s not my clothes that give me
The status that I bear,
But Jesus’ robes of beauty
And righteousness I wear.
It’s not great wealth and riches
Or things that I acquire,
But in His glorious treasures,
The prize that I desire.
It’s not in my self-image,
Discovering myself,
But in my glorious Savior
Who makes me like Himself.
He is my prize and treasure,
The measure of success.
Yes, Jesus Christ defines me –
How could I wish for less?
Christina Joy Hommes
Leave a Reply
Join in!