Misunderstoods
Dear Lord Jesus, I need some guidance down here.
I am blessed with treasures, I don’t know how to steer.
And although some may see it, as just a bit queer;
I’d like to use them as pleases You, causing no smear.
You see I’ve got plenty of food, drink and dessert.
I really know no painful lack. I suffer no mournful hurt.
As I have obeyed Your Word, blessings flow and spurt;
So I could use some help, “Do I really need this shirt?”
Or the other things I am told, I really ought to buy,
Then there are some games, that maybe I should try.
Some claim I need to be bold, not seen as just shy;
But I’d like to get your thoughts, long before I die.
How is it that I am blessed, to gather all these goods?
When sorrow and poverty, fill so many neighborhoods.
Am I rewarded for seeking, joy in some exotic woods?
Or are these things highlighting, my” Misunderstoods ”?
My “ Misunderstoods ”, are that list of what I thought,
To be things you meant, when you really said “Not!”
The treasures of this life, last only when shared a lot.
Gathering to keep and store, aren’t what you’ve taught.
My flesh wants to have, and consume just for pleasure.
Giving no regard, to the judgment of your measure;
Yet in my heart I know, these are only earthly treasure.
For I am blessed in obedience, and not by my leisure.
Do I need a bigger house, more clothes or a car?
Would some fancy jewelry show I’ve come so far?
Maybe I could build some barns to really shine my star.
Or do you think my self-love, is really kind of bizarre?
How is it that I, should store up treasures in heaven?
And still consume joys, like bread made with leaven
Retirement may come soon, where I will need seven.
But if the market tanks again, I might just need eleven.
So how can I get it spent, before it’s time to pass on?
Are there enough days to enjoy, all before I’m gone?
When my sun sets in this life, I’ll see a glorious dawn.
There I’ll know if I let self or love, endure to carry on.
So help me in wise choices, with all You bestow.
How to be someone’s healing, their salve here below.
For all this stuff I’ve been given, can really only grow,
When it’s used to help others, see Your glory glow.
In Jesus’ holy name, everything I do will display;
The level of His love, that controls my life each day.
I need to know, I’m a vessel, being used in His way;
So others will see His love, that I am meant to portray.
So hear me Lord, let my thoughts, be wholly toward You.
That I might be obedient, in what I am told to do.
Shorten my “ Misunderstoods ”, so I won’t misconstrue;
The blessing meant for all, if I’ll just let it pass through.