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My talents? Is that what He saw long ago? My talents? I see that the answer is no. My looks? Just a mirror dispels that thought; If that is why He called me, He called me for naught.
My wisdom? No, not even a trace do I see. Then, why? Tell me why, did my Savior choose me? Just like the wind as it glides through the sky, A voice softy whispers, “I’ll tell you why.”
“Because when I looked, you were nothing to see And when I shine through nothing, then men will see Me. I called you in weakness so I could be strong; I call even the downcast and give them a song.”
“I call out nothing so when something appears, Men give Me the glory and down through the years It has always been so, though the world is appalled, Not many noble or wise have been called.”
The poor man, the weak man, though often despised Come alive at God’s touch and the world is surprised. The fruitless, the failures, the scum of the earth Become princes and kings when God’s Son gives them birth.
What a trophy we are; what a victory indeed Not for our value; but rather, our need. So let’s yield all we are, all we have, all we own, Relinquish our pride and come down from our throne,
And turn now to Jesus, and worship and praise That He may be Lord all the rest of our days My talents? My wisdom? No, dear God, now I see It was grace, and grace only, that You should choose me!
