My Worthiness Is All my Doubt, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

My Worthiness Is All my Doubt

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My Worthiness is all my Doubt—

His Merit—all my fear—

Contrasting which, my quality

Do lowlier—appear—

Lest I should insufficient prove

For His beloved Need—

The Chiefest Apprehension

Upon my thronging Mind—

’Tis true—that Deity to stoop

Inherently incline—

For nothing higher than Itself

Itself can rest upon—

So I—the undivine abode

Of His Elect Content—

Conform my Soul—as ’twere a Church,

Unto Her Sacrament—

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