Like water through my fingers
Slips the promise of satisfaction
In any other source but Christ.
Spent rapidly and uselessly
Are the myriad moments
Of craving and seeking to no avail.
As dark as a midnight sky
Is the feeling in the heart
When worldly things become our aim.
Pounding as hail on the rooftop
Is the pressure to give in –
To live a life stuck in the temporal.
Pressing in on every side
Are the messages of concealed defeat
Beckoning us to waste our days.
Like a bridge built on false calculations
Crumbling to the water below
Is a life lived for material things.
As a rock falls to the bottom of a stream
Drops the meaning of a life
Squandered on selfish indulgence.
Sorrowful one, call to Jesus.
Broken one, live for Him.
As the promise of spring follows winter
Is the assurance of joy in the soul
For those who go against the flow.
As God will not be mocked
So He shall surely give
Very real, heavenly treasure.
As God will not be mocked
So He shall surely return to earth
For those who love Him more than life.
As God’s Word stands true forever
His heart has been made known
And the cost is everything.
Prayer or television?
Trivial conversation or discussion of things eternal?
Another movie or a chapter of the Bible?
Shopping trip or memorizing God’s Word?
Ipod and texts or sitting quietly with Jesus?
Sporting event or gathering with His people?
Investment in a bigger house or investment in the kingdom of God?
Time spent taking care of more and more material things or time to be thankful for what matters?
A schedule so hectic our head spins or a day built with time to adore the Savior?
The easy road or the difficult walk of the Cross?
A life of the temporary or the present infused with the everlasting?
“Yes” to the world or “Yes” to Jesus?
Like water through my fingers
Goes the world.
But tightly shall I grasp
the Cross of my Jesus.
And more firmly still shall I be held
By the One who holds forever.