To Serve God

Sometimes we think we’re born to serve man;
but it’s a concept that seems rather odd;
man’s just a servant; doing whatever he can;
but creation all came from God.

We live out our stories of service to others;
our humility drenched in pride;
we think we serve our sisters and brothers;
but, for them, the Master died.

When I was born; I thought only of me;
a baby; crying in his bed;
I was so blind; that I could not see;
so, I thought of myself, instead.

Using all of the gifts, that God had given;
I sought out the future just for me;
not even knowing I need be forgiven;
my own future was all I could see.

As I grew older; all my plans fell apart;
bankrupt; was what I became;
but, I was created by the Master’s heart;
and the Master ignored my shame;

Nearing the very twilight of my life;
enduring the sad passing years;
the sting of death, took my wife;
and love disolved into tears.

Sometimes we think we’re born to serve man;
but, it’s a concept that seems rather odd;
many, even develop their own master plan;
but, all were born to serve God.

Monty 6/30/23. # 1,651