If the measure of worth was the weight of responsibilities,
Worth would be a burden, a stigma, a cross without grace,
Something to be discarded with relief when convenient.
Worth is divine, measured in drops of holy blood,
Imputed by Sovereign decree, and not decried by sophistic accusations.
Guard your worth, keep it jealously.
You did not create it, you can not earn it;
It was bestowed unto you; You must not lose it;
All that is asked of you, is to be a glorified steward.
You may not feel it’s weight, but that’s not a sign of it’s absence.