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YOUR QUALIFICATION by Woody Winchell This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
There is no qualifying There's just dying To any self effort
To be good To be accepted To be approved
We must lose Our performance Disguised as righteousness
We must realize There's nothing there The cupboard is bare
An unholy stench To His nostrils Trying to compare
The work of our hands With perfection Denying our election
Into grace We want to trace Some goodness
To ourselves To be recognized For our lies
Deceived in purpose Pretending righteousness Hiding behind masks
That won't last As they fade away With the world
And all its glory That false story Of achievement
The measure of success No rest Just heavy labor
Slaves to the system We can't resist them Apart from grace
From seeing His face In utter simplicity Letting love be
Our sufficiency No more comparing Just being
Chosen Selected Elected
By eternal purpose To be His Without trying
Without qualifying Just being crucified To every disguise
You have died There's nothing to prove So lose
Your false measure Behold your treasure In the face of Christ
Quit trying You're already qualified Come find your life
Hidden in the Lamb Beyond fabrication Enter your qualification
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