Unqualified

Unqualified

Oh God, how can You use someone like me?  

I'm unqualified to be what You’ve called me to be.  

I live my life like everyone else on Earth—  

No special gifts, no measure of worth.  

But as I was praying, You whispered to my heart:  

“That’s exactly what I’ve sought from the start—  

Someone emptied of who they think they are,  

So I can shape them and take them far.”  

My Kingdom isn’t built on man’s ideals,  

But on hearts whose love is real—  

Those who’ve surrendered completely, without pride,  

The unqualified, whom the world casts aside.  

My rulers are humble, gentle from the start,  

Forgivers who carry Your compassion in their heart.  

They see the broken, the weary, the lost—  

And serve with grace, no matter the cost.  

It’s not the scholars or those with degrees,  

But the lowly who walk in love and peace.  

Those who know they could never attain  

A crown by merit—but by grace, they reign.  

So today, I confess: I am unqualified.  

Yet I rejoice, for I know I won’t be denied.  

In my weakness, Your strength is made known—  

I’m molded by Your hand, and never alone. 

© 2025 Sandra C. Johnson

 “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” 2 Cor 12:9