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