I’m thankful for hours
But minutes tick by,
I long for more time in my day.
I want to seize them and squeeze them
Till they run bone dry
But I waste them like so much decay.
Imagine if I were content with my time.
I eat cookies and pumpkin bars
And drink green tea lattes,
Then run so I can fit in those pants.
I’m all out of balance
With my flesh and my Nikes,
My day is so full of I can’ts.
Imagine if I were content with my daily bread.
Striving and squeezing
And always one more.
This life never perfect,
And dirt on the floor.
But surrounded by glory.
This is my story.
My peace, and what living is for.
Imagine if Glory had stayed in Heaven.