“He is no fool, who gives what he cannot keep, to gain what he cannot lose” (Jim Elliot).
They are not long
My fleeting hours in time;
Precious they are,
Although not really mine!
Such a short span!
Don’t clutch it in your grasp;
Open your hand
For what He wills and asks.
If I am Christ’s,
I’ve died to pleasures here;
His will—not mine;
The choice may cost me dear.
Can I preserve
My life upon a shelf?
We live it for
Eternity or self.
But—you can add
To treasure laid above,
Dying to things
You otherwise might love.
Keep your sights clear;
Eternal matters shine;
Perspective straight—
His pleasure first, not mine.
cph