My Worth

Have you ever watched The Antique Road Show? That's the television show where people dig old things out of their garage and attic and take them in to be appraised. The expert will dust it off, look it over, and shock them by announcing that they have something worth thousands of dollars.

Suppose someone got your soul and thought, "That might be worth something. I'll take it to an auction and see what I can get."

God and Satan are the bidders and Satan opens the bidding. "I'll give two cents," he says. "That's about what that soul is worth."

"Oh no," God replies. "I won't let you have it for that." And He increases the bid.

Satan can't stand to lose, so he raises the bid again, but God still outbids him. This goes on until, at last, Satan announces, "All right! I'll give the world. It's mine and I'll give it all for that soul."

Before God can answer, Jesus speaks up. "I'll top that bid," He says. "I'll give my life!"

And God let His son pay that price to win the auction. That's what you are worth to God.

Most of our life, we bleed from a knife

That cuts from inside out.

Push down the lid and keep those scars hid,

Act like we haven't a doubt.

Now and again a memory slips in

Of a moment that filled us with shame,

When we could've or would've

In retrospect, should've,

But didn't, and that's really our pain.

Somewhere on the journey

We need to turn off comfort and sound,

Confide what we've done, Not try to deny it,

To the maker of all girls and boys,

And hear Him say, as He always does -

He says it to everyone - no exceptions!

There's nothing so bad, you can't confide in me, love,

No heartache or lasting regret,

Nothing so sad that you've tried to be free of,

That I won't forgive and forget,

Because I love you, I do!

I love you, it's true! I love you, I do,

You bet!