This is my house, yet still not mine.
My heir will own it for a while.
And soon the third comes to reside,
Then when he’s done, gets dragged outside.
The fourth and fifth, too, don’t stay long.
Tell me, to Whom does it belong?
(I adapted this poem from German.
A great reminder that we really don’t own anything.)
“Father, remind me that it all belongs to You.
Show me how to bring You glory
with all that You have entrusted me with.
Thank You for allowing me to be Your steward.”
“for every animal of the forest is mine,
and the cattle on a thousand hills.”
Let me know what you think