How Can I Be Enough?

How can I be enough?

I've asked many times before

You tell me I have strength,

But my weakness is so much more

I'm reserved, shy, and impatient

And prone to self-doubt too

These weaknesses stand in the way

Of what I know I should do

My mistakes, my missteps are many

Falling short I will always be

I strive daily to give my best

But it is not enough you see

How can I be enough?

I plead, eyes filled with tears

My Savior answers me with love

To silence all my fears

I look upon your weakness

And I am filled with love

You see, weaknesses help you remember

That true strength comes from above

Of course your mistakes are many

But I get to watch you grow

Step by step you have come so far

Though we have so far to go

I wish for you to remember

That within, you have my light

As you follow in my footsteps

It will grow ever so bright

Your strengths are gifts from above

That I have made a part of you

Ask in faith, I'll open your eyes

So you can see them too

Your efforts are imperfect

But I see you try your best

Child of God, I am your Savior

So let me take care of the rest

You see the here and now

But you know where you came from

I knew you then, I know you now

And I know who you can become

How can you be enough?

My child, it's simple you see

Walk with me, improve each day

And you'll stand in awe of how great you can be.

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