God's Measuring Stick

God doesn't say to me,
"Hey, look at yourself.
See how tall you can be,
Standing by someone else."

Nor does He ask me to clean,
Scrub and scrub till I shine.
I can't wipe out the mean,
Or work 'n make myself fine.

"No, My Child," He explains.
"My measure, not your mess.
I'll take the heavy chains.
Fall on your knees, confess."

"My measure is true.
My measure is tried.
Put faith in Me anew.
Come, My Love, abide!"