Tour Day 912: Yours

Recall those childhood years

Where we were so focused on

Protecting what’s mine

Whether crayons or toys. 

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Some days I wonder 

Whether I have grown up 

Enough to see how others 

Have even greater needs.  

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I can be so focused on 

Protecting what’s mine

I forget Your greater command. 

Loving the lonely, the poor, the stranger. 

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We may think we earned it 

But deep down we know 

It was Your provision all along.  

All of it.  Never mine. Always 

Yours.