Formerly “Reflections: Mere Pittance” by Michael J. Hayes.
Written April of 2003.
On a quiet and somber night;
We focus our hearts toward your pain.
Slowly and passionately, we show a physical example.
It is for my sin that you died, O Lord,
For mine that you were mocked,
Spit on, and crucified.
With all the pages and depth you give me;
I don't think I'll ever understand the pain and death you endured for me.
I cannot understand it; nor could I ever pay you back.
That is why you came, O Lord,
Because I could not.
Not with all my possessions, all my works,
Nor my understanding, intellect, or power,
Could I ever achieve one speck of forgiveness.
So, Lord, take my humble heart:
This mere understanding of your love—all that you give me.
By your strength, spirit, and power, allow me to be a living vessel,
No matter what it may take.
For what I give up is a mere pittance;
Compared to what you did for me.
Lord, give this simple understanding breadth, width, and support,
So that I may share it with the world.
AMEN
© 2003 Tri-Sola Poetry. Reprinted with permission.
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