Authentic Treasure

 

And now we wake

Gladly partake

With no brief hesitation

The good of life

Even its strife

Is not without elation

If we have food enough to eat

And shoes to wear upon our feet

And strength enough with which to meet

Toil’s present expectation

But oh, the bloom

Of grief and gloom

Where laughter turns to crying

Dare we to think

We ought not drink

The gall of anguished sighing

Will we take good but not the rest?

And for ourselves heap up life’s best

While others flounder in its test

Alone, starving and dying?

This is the day

The Lord has made

Not for our passive pleasure

But that we might

His heart delight

By loving without measure

To cast our bread upon the sea

To serve in kind humility

To store in fathomless degree

Love’s everlasting treasure

© Janet Martin

 He replied, "You are talking like a foolish woman. Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?" In all this, Job did not sin in what he said. Job 2:10