Commitment | Consecration | Money | Poetry | Risk

I counted all my dollars while God counted crosses;
I counted gains while He counted losses;
I counted my worth by the things gained in store,
But He sized me up by the scars that I bore.
I coveted honors and sought for degrees;
He wept as He counted the hours on my knees.
I never knew till one day by a grave
How vain are the things that we spend life to save.
I did not know till a friend went above
That richest is he who is rich in God’s love. No info.

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