“LORD, help my prideful heart today,
My work before YOUR throne to lay.
LORD, teach my selfish stubborn will
To quiet down – how to be still.
Show me that routine tasks I do,
Are not for me, but all for YOU.
In mundane work, help others see
Christ’s holiness, which dwells in me.
It all belongs to YOU, my LORD –
All that I spend, all I afford,
All my possessions, life and wealth,
The length of days, my very health.
For all I vainly chase for me,
The worldly goods I crave in greed,
Will soon be vapors of the past –
But what I do for YOU will last.”
Do not be afraid, little flock,
for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom.
Sell your possessions and give to the poor.
Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out,
a treasure in heaven that will never fail,
where no thief comes near and no moth destroys.
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
(Poetry and Pictures, Heidi Viars, 2015)