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It’s Great to Be Nobody

I knew a man by whom I met Judas Iscariot. Judas, I learned, was a glory seeker, one who wanted in on the best this world had to offer and who was prepared to betray any association to get what he wanted. Ironically, what he wanted was belonging, acceptance, social security. He lost it all or rather, lost all opportunity of gaining such because he never did have it.

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It's Great to Be Somebody

I’ve waited for riches; I’ve waited for fame;

I’ve longed for the glory, and all in His Name.

I’ve sought for the spotlight; I’ve sought for the crowds,

But it’s great to be somebody because you’re nobody

Because you’re His.

 

We lust after good things; we want every gift;

We long for fulfillment, and all in His Name.

We want to do great things; we want to belong,

But it’s great to be somebody because you’re nobody

Because you’re His.

 

In sun or in shadow, in fame or seclusion,

In mountains or valleys, it matters no more,

When all that’s important is your life in Jesus,

It’s great to be somebody because you’re nobody

Because you’re His.

 

Winnipeg, MB; May 3, 1980

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