We add and we tally,
      we count all our things.
Perhaps if we have enough
      we could be kings.
We say that we don’t want
      all that there is.
We only want more than
      he would call his.
This cold fascination
      becomes very odd.
When all we desire
      is to simply be God.

My goal is quite simple
      when I’m living large.
I don’t care what you need
      just put me in charge!
I’m more important
      than all who you know.
Just ask and I’ll tell you,
      it really is so.
 My goal is to out wit,
      out last, and out play.
To step on all others
      each and every day.

This does not sound right,
      I’m really quite sure.
To live like the world,
      God would not call pure.
So I’ll re-examine
      and make a fresh start.
God doesn’t look outside,
      He looks in my heart.
If it’s full of darkness
      and evil desire.
God fills it with His light
      and cleanses with fire.

He calls me to look at
      the way I do measure.
And to chase after boldly
      the things He calls treasure.
To climb heaven’s ladder
      is different you see.
It’s all about Jesus
      and what Christ did for me.
And so I do tally
      and measure and add.
Not for my own good —
      it’s all for my Dad!

Yep, another night hanging out with God and He shows me another poem that He had put in my  head.  I pray that this is a help and encouragement to whoever God brought it out for — even if that is only me.

In prayer,
Tom

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