Hello, friends. This is not quite the first poem I’d pictured sharing in coming back, but it comes of one of those little grains of a thought that grew into a full-grown ponder before I knew it. So…as ever, I must surrender any personal agendas and give in to His…
Everybody seems always busy spending
Granted, sometimes necessary in the state of living,
Or, one hopes, in the fond act of giving.
But, other times?
Ah, naught but a careless fling!
Cold hard cash water-spouting out
First comes to mind,
But not this alone, oh no…
So many other gleeful sprees
Consumers cavort in so free…
So many mindless fritterings we can find!
Some of us stupidly spend away our given talent;
Some pitch on the wind their precious time.
For others, principles are too easily sent
Only to come back oily and bent,
And perhaps, most tragic of all
Are those whose bodies, whose very hearts are cast
Aside to be nickled and dimed…
And what by these misguided attempts
Do any of us stand to gain?
For, in the end, none are exempt
From answering to how we spent our days.
That is why it is imperative
All He allows us to possess
From our moments to our gifts
We must rightly lift
Up to the cross and nothing less.
For all other seed-scattered pursuits
Produce none but rotten fruits.
Such poison it is to the foolish soul!
Ah, Lord, over all that is spent we need You in control!
Yes, indeed, here are the purse-strings of my very being,
Every second of my time,
Take and assist,
Teach me to wisely budget, cautiously resist
Spending wily-nily this God-given life of mine…
May we be ever prayerful in how we spend our lives! Thanks for reading! Blessings and prayers!