Meditation 35
Day 35: I of Myself Can Do Nothing

That just leaves me stripped without a thing, doesn’t it,
until that next breath: Son, all that I have son is thine.
Now, my mortality has been swallowed up,
and I’m clothed with immortality.
My finite sense of self has been swallowed up
and now I’m clothed upon with God’s immortality,
God’s infinity,
God’s grace,
God’s presence,
Gods power,
and so I can truthfully say, I have no power.
I of myself can do nothing.
I of my own self am nothing.
If I speak of myself, I bear witness to a lie.
The Father is my Life.
The Father is my supply.

How To Heal, 1958, Joel S. Goldsmith