Whose Merit?

Merit? Merit? Brother,who told thee I had merit?
 
Merit have I none,nor ever did i have.
 
What merit hath the Straw? The Weaver shapes the Basket with it.
If the basket be fair it is not the merit of the straw;
It is his skill who maketh it.
 
I am that straw which once lay at the Great Weaver's Feet. 
But He ,The Compassionate,took it in his hand and fashioned it.
Now I Cherish this Basket of His fashioning
To gather His blessings!!!


SOURCE : Book of Daily Thoughts and Prayer ,Swami Paramananda, Ramakrishna Mission