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.
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