Greed to Gratitude

When my life wanes like the slender evening moon

And I’m waiting for darkness to come;

I’m waiting for You to gather my essence

Leaving my spent body behind:

I will be searching my heart.

Has my anger turned to passion for truth?

Has my hate turned to compassion?

Have my fears turned to reliance on You?

Has my greed turned to gratitude?

Has my lust turned to love?

I don’t want to leave here without bearing fruit.

Like the mango tree pulls mud from the ground and heat from the sun to produce it’s delicious fruit,

I must pull heat from You to metabolize these vain insecurities of mine into something sweet.

I will be waiting, years I hope, for Your embrace. It will come.

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