wasted
Wasted; so much of what I have is wasted;
Even the goodness of the Lord that I have tasted.
Wasted on worldly pleasures, things that could wait;
But I get my priorities all out of order, and I'm always late.
Have I wasted the promises of the Lord
and used them for naught?
Have I, so selfishly shut windows
and doors that to me, He has opened up?
Have I taken His heedings
so lightly and wasted His time;
As I selfishly prayed for my own will,
and not His most divine?
Have I taken my prayer time
and amused myself with mere words;
And wondered why there wasn't a single plea
answered or even heard?
The gentle little nudges He gives me,
are they thought of as foolish;
As I hurry-scurry through this life,
all in my own self-righteous rush?
The whispers I hear, as my head is on my pillow,
late at night;
Are they forgotten by the next morning's first light?
The 'yea-s' and 'amen-s' written in God's own word;
Do they go unheeded, do they, too, go unheard?
“Wasted” is not what I want my life to be;
But to live it for the Lord, and not for mere mortal me.
The gifts, all the things He gives;
they are to be used for His glory;
Am I one of those soul-seekers out there
telling His story?
Are my tears wasted, too,
the ones I shed as I pray;
“Wasted” is not a word I want to hear
Him say of me on Judgement Day.
I know the goodness of God,
for of His goodness I have tasted;
I pray I live my life so that the time
He spent on me is not wasted!
Joy Marie Parker