Lord I am not worthy.
To have you under my roof.
I do not think myself praiseworthy.
I feel I hold myself aloof.

But only say the word.
And my servant will be cured.
We hope our belief will soar like a bird.
And have our celestial future secured.

Every time we go to communion.
These words haunt the imagination.
Are we as trusting as the Centurion.
Are we ready to stay for the duration.

With me , he will not find faith like this.
If he did , I would find myself in bliss.

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I am not worthy
To have him under my roof
But cannot I try

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See Matthew 8: 5-11