I sacrificed my lifestyle, bought and sold,
pursuing wealth and houses, goods and lands,
and followed Christ with nothing in my hand,
and Christ gave for my gilded age tried gold,
and for my sacrifice, one hundredfold.
The hourglass holds only so much sand.
Why did I bow down to the world's demands,
lukewarm, when He would have me hot or cold?
Is this more than a sacred shibboleth?
He wanted more than savings when He saved
my soul from hell and everlasting death
and everything in my life that enslaved
me to the works which took away the breath
He breathed in me for worship, which He craved.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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