I seldom get excited about my birthday
I have purposeful things to do.
But others beckon me to share a meal
And read a card or two.
And as the numbers grow larger
Each year I contemplate
Whether anyone has the nerve
To put that many candles on my cake.
And with that many years behind me
I dare not to add up my sin
But instead offer only words of thanks
That I have been born again.
And that birth is a real celebration
For despite my trips and falls
My slate is forever clean
Thanks to the Lamb of God.
So we celebrate a little
By eating a bit too much
Knowing that even in my transgression
I will not escape His clutch.
For in Christ all is forgiven
I don’t care others say it ain’t.
I was living as a sinner,
But now know the abundance of a saint.
Though the old self will not leave me
I celebrate the life I count in years.
Though pain will sometimes seize me
I know my future holds no tears.
So let’s toast our life eternal
But live fully here and now.
By giving God’s love freely
Living to the full, but how?
Being poured out link an offering
Of wine upon an altar.
Using every gift and talent
While singing from the Psalter.
For abundance is less what we take in
Than that which we give out.
Living to the full it seems
Is to live without a doubt.
That we have missed out on nothing
Every time we’ve given from our wealth.
For we truly can’t take it with us
So I live for Him and not myself.
I am blessed to live this long
And in a wealthy nation.
But my biggest blessing will always be
Being made a new creation.