Who am I to judge another
by classing them as scum;
when but for the grace of God,
I could have been a bum?

Who am I to see them
as raggedy, weary and low;
For it You had not rescued me,
Oh Father, I'd be just like them, I know!

Who am I to cast aside
a struggling, blinded one;
when I could be lost ~ despairing,
were it not for Jesus, your Son?

Who are You, my precious Father,
to reshape ~ make me brand new;
when I had wander'd far from The Fold,
Oh, tell me, my Lord, please do?

Who are You, my Saviour~Redeemer,
to knock upon my heart's door;
time after time after time after time,
'til your knuckles must have been sore?

Who but You could take a life
broken by sin and regret;
Introduce me to grace and mercy,
forgive all my sins and forget?

Thank you, my glorious Father,
for being the Wonderful WHO;
I'll be praising throughout Eternity,
giving all the glory to YOU!

Mary Carter Mizrany
June 3, 2008
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