- 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.
- 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.
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.
Credit: Keith and Kristyn Getty