I donít have faith like Abraham,
Whoíd listen to Godís call,
Not knowing where his path would lead
Or troubles to befall.
I could not lead like Moses did
All through the wilderness
The disobedient Israelites,
Nor want to, I confess.
I was not blessed with Samsonís strength,
This mighty man of power,
Who killed a host of Philistines
Within his final hour.
Delilahís beauty I donít have,
But maybe that is good.
She was not known as someone who
Behaved the way she should.
I am not patient like Job was
When he was in despair,
Though Iíd not like to have his friends;
Theyíd be too much to bear.
I cannot sing and play the harp
Nor write a lovely Psalm,
Like David with his gift of words,
That are a healing balm.
Iím not as wise as Solomon,
Whose fame spread far and wide
For wisdom from the Lord he had,
And all his wealth beside.
Isaiah was a man of God,
With wondrous prophecy.
I do not know what lies ahead,
But trust God; He can see.
Iím not as brave as Daniel was
While in the lionís den.
Upon his knees he prayed to God,
Who answered there and then.
With all these attributes I lack,
How sad it seems Iíd be,
But I was made by Godís own hand;
Iím happy being me.
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