Consecration

I was told that sweated brow
was payment for my
daily bread;
my wealth a measure of
my industry.
As though I earned it and
could do with as I pleased.
It fit nicely with my pride.
So steward promise to treat all as His
was set aside until another day.
But that was then.
The prophets' call for nothingness
now rings true; replacing
idol voice that shouted,
"Worship me!"
I box Christ's gifts in grateful soul
and give them back to Him.

                Steve Dunn Hanson

 

Rockford, Washington, 2012

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