What do I have, God? You've reminded me:
The car, house, clothes, food...They're
Gifts on loan.
I'm simply a beggar, masquerading as an owner.
You give and
I clinch my fists.
You open your hands to me and
How quickly I take and close mine.
I'm proud, Lord, and
I've learned my lesson: You give
And take away.
Forgive me for putting on a front,
For thinking that my titles and credentials,
The letters stacked behind my name
Are somehow above or greater than
The title "God's Beggar."
Forgive me for thinking I am beyond
Being your beggar.
You've taught me:
There is no greater honor.
I am your beggar.
And, so, I beg of you this:
Teach me how to beg even more.