"Less"

Today's post is a poem I wrote 15 years ago.

“Less”

I give of my less to the Master,

What I give seems to be afterthought.

Forgetting His best, His Son’s sinless blood,

Is that with which I was bought.

But morning arrives much too early,

And the rest of the day slips away.

I speak of much needed devotions.

Time spent-true priorities betrayed.

I long for much deeper connection,

The branch grafted into the vine.

Spirit is willing but flesh is weak,

Though I feed it most all of the time.

Father, You've revealed you are holy,

Though I know-less with heart than with mind.

Help me give of my best to the Master,

And a life of less “less” I will find.

                                                November 1998