Little and Much These days dont have what most get Car or home or couch to sit But Ive got these special Gifts Far above despair they lift Comes and goes our Earthen stuff Sometimes smooth but will get rough Just dont see stuffs value now Some befuddle over how I can live this circumstance Well Ive got good socks and pants Little cot and blanket too Just enough to get me through So that I can do His work Hes taught me things I wont shirk Not for pleasure not for cash Not to spare myself the lash Not for claps applause or fame Not for safety in the same Not for hot chicks or a jet I know now what one will get When one sells oneself away From the only Perfect way He is pointing down to go To the wind Earth weights I throw Slow me down at best they do Most the time they act like glue Gumming up the works again Where well be is where weve been When we pile up the loot We will bear quite meager fruit Things are nice that have a use But become a tightened noose Blurring out our Eyes and Ears Rusting up our slowing gears Grace reminds us Whose we are We can be His shining star If we put Him first in all Faith can tear down any wall.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 06:07:40 +0000