Unworthy

You don’t want to know me
I am just like you

I am wonderfully made
Or so I have learned
Knit finely together

But that was long ago
And I am rent
Who will mend my net?

I long for the refiner
For the fuller’s lye
My talents are impure
My linen is soiled

I must be purified
The kingdom of God is at hand

I know that my redeemer lives
But when I meet him
What will he see?

A shredded seine
My filthy rags
A heap of slag

He will turn away, just
Like you

I don’t want to know him