Giving

This was a poem that was written as a result of some situation that gave me such a burden to want to give and yet there was nothing that I had financially to help at that time. I searched my heart about it over and over and finally prayed and this was the comfort that God gave to me.

Grief fills my heart,
As I think of the days
That I've wasted my time,
On things that don't pay.

"How do I change it, Lord,
What must I do,
To make my life worthy,
Of grace, tried and true.

I never can do it,
I never can pay!
"But I love you in spite..."
I hear the Lord say.

I've given you treasures,
One, two and three.
If you want to give,
Give THEM back to me!"

"But how, Lord, how?
I try so very hard,
To keep their clothes clean
And their lives unmarred."

"Just trust me," He said,
"I'll lead you each day.
You never will make it,
Except as you pray!"

January 2, 1996