Who am I that I should be conceived of?
That intelligent design was wasted on a thankless soul?
Who am I that you would liken yourself to me?
If I asked would I really see?
Do I care that you knew me before my birth?
That you denied every portion of your worth?
I denied you at every turn.
I denied your plan for the lost.
A blasphemer unwilling to count the cost.
I sunk into the sea and you continually reached out
Who am I to be restored to you?
I am nothing
And you are love.
Published by Josh McGary
MY NAME IS JOSH MCGARY.
First, I am a Pastor of a small church in Portland, Oregon named Aletheia Bible Fellowship. We call it ABF. I have been a pastor there for the better part of 20 years.
I am very eclectic. What I love, I love loudly and immersively. I have notable collections of toys, funko pops, and vinyl. I also infamously love pop culture, comic books, technology, the arts, psychology and philosophy.
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