The Good Life

I get it so mixed up sometimes. I think life is good when it caters to my personal comfort

rather than when I commit/submit to God’s call, all for His glory…

…Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ  and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith—  that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, that by any means possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead. 

Phil. 3:8-11

Life is good

Not because the wood-box is filled

and the sky or the oven spills works of art

Life is good

when I bow my want and will

To the One who sees the heart

Life is good

Not because an orchestra plays

And life is a light-footed waltz

Life is good

When I surrender pride’s chase

To worship the One that nature exalts

© Janet Martin