Monday, May 4, 2015

Holy Accountant

God, life's Giver stokes the barren limb...

Not the dollars in our coffers
Nor the boast of human flesh
Not the birthdays that we number
Or the acres we possess

But God counts the tears of sorrow
And the prayers secretly prayed
He tallies our sacrifices
For the price that once He paid

Not the number of our holdings
That the Arm of Lending grants
Far dearer to God the offering
Of faithful obedience

...far dearer the feet that struggle
In shoes frayed by second miles
And the hands, calloused with labor
To induce another's smiles

Not the Things that weight our fingers
Nor the strings affixed to sod
But each humble heart of worship
These are counted by our God

© Janet Martin

 So then, each of us will give an account of ourselves to God. Heb.14:12


Thank you for your visit to this porch. Any thoughts you would like to share?