My Worth Is Not In What I Own

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.