but does it really have to be
that you are all I’ve got?
That the only friend
to lend an ear
speaks in whispers heart to heart?
That the only brother
for adversity
reveals his loyalty after the fact?
That the only constant
to be the same yesterday, today and forever
is hidden treasure to be sought all my days?
That the only arms
to hold me in comfort
are yours, warm and open and
intangible?
But when I am saved by grace,
by your mercy that begins afresh each morning,
by the greatest love of a friend who laid down his life to ransom my own
When all my provision
comes from you,
abundantly for my enjoyment that I may never hunger or thirst
When your protection
cloaks me against fear and foe,
hiding me in the shadow of your wings, my fortress inspiring courage
When strength
never leaving nor forsaking,
holds me up and holds me close with the promise of your peace
When day after day
your faithful love is lavished on me,
undeserved, underappreciated and overflowing to the consternation of observing and observed
When I turn away
chasing in the opposite direction
while starving you of attention and barely pausing to mutter a thanks
indifferent to the myriad gifts
that are testament to the unconditional generosity
of a spiteless Father
whose grace sees past the cold facade of a hardened heart
offering hope to the desperate aching search for what is in your outstretched hands
whose two-edged Word pierces the racing pulse with whispered tenderness
always:
“Here I am”
When I believe
that you are all I need
Then am I blessed
to know that
you are all I’ve got.
Psalm 71
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