Sustenance

God, though You Have Poured Many Blessings into my life, my selfish heart has taken Them all for granted. I treat Your Gold as dirt, and the sterile soil of the world as Gold. Then I wonder how I am so Poor. Instead of Cultivating what You Entrust to me by Your Love, I tend to It by my hands of destruction born from my sin and selfishness. God, my Soul is Barren, my Heart is Barren, and the Ashes of my Destruction is my daily Meal. God, won’t You Change this Sinful Heart and Soul, that They May Produce Eternal Fruit? How I’ve long grown tired of having Ashes as my Sustenance. God Your Will Be Done, that my Spirit Be Satisfied In Your Glory.