Monday, February 16, 2009

Things upon the mantle
Things on every shelf
Things that others gave me
Things I gave myself
Things I’ve stored in boxes
That don’t mean much anymore
Old magazines and memories
Behind the attic door.
Things on hooks and hangers
Things on ropes and rings
Things I guard that blind me to
The pettiness of things
Am I like the rich young ruler
Ruled by all I own
If Jesus came and asked me
Could I leave them all alone?
Oh Lord, I look to heaven
Beyond the veil of time
To gain eternal insight
That nothing’s really mine
And to only ask for daily bread
And all contentment brings
To find freedom as Your servant
In the midst of all these things.
For discarded in the junk-yards,
Rusting in the rain,
Lie things that took the finest years
Of lifetimes to obtain
And whistling through the tombstones
The hollow breezes sing
A song of dreams surrendered to
The tyranny of things.

by Scott Wesley Brown


MamaHen said...

Hey Robin! This is Wendy Clark (Rebekah's friend") Could you send me your email address? I need to ask you a question? :)

clarksrfun (at) gmail(dot) com


Jane said...

Hey- We had fun sewing yesterday! Hannah made the bag Taylor was wearing- we'll put a picture on seeds to sew. Thanks for the idea and the fun pattern. Love to all, Jane


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