We sang “My Worth is Not in What I Own” yesterday morning at church, and it’s been playing in a continuous loop in my head ever since. Truth be told, this is good for me: I need the reminder on a minute-by-minute basis.

I had intended to write a post about this song, expounding on how it speaks to me, on the way Katie listened, attentive, as I played it this morning on YouTube, on the way the paradox of the last verse encompasses so much of what I know to be true. I did more than intend: I scratched out several paragraphs during the girls’ nap. But each word was a struggle, each point so far from what I wanted to say that I deleted it all, decided to let the lyrics and the music stand on their own.

Perhaps they will speak to you today as they did me.

“My worth is not in what I own
Not in the strength of flesh and bone
But in the costly wounds of love
At the cross

My worth is not in skill or name
In win or lose, in pride or shame
But in the blood of Christ that flowed
At the cross

Refrain:
I rejoice in my Redeemer
Greatest Treasure,
Wellspring of my soul
I will trust in Him, no other.
My soul is satisfied in Him alone.

As summer flowers we fade and die
Fame, youth and beauty hurry by
But life eternal calls to us
At the cross

I will not boast in wealth or might
Or human wisdom’s fleeting light
But I will boast in knowing Christ
At the cross

Two wonders here that I confess
My worth and my unworthiness
My value fixed – my ransom paid
At the cross”