Royally Wasted

God, in His Tri-Eternal form

lives outside the confines of time

Yet gave us whom He loves

the gift of days

So that we may live, love, and worship

as we spend them back

to the God of Grace

Pity and shame, then

that so much of it is thrown

on the trash heap of eternity

to be trampled and left

to be gathered for burning

Since God is the King of Kings,

the truest form of royalty

and I am nothing on my own,

the truest form of poverty

How can I, pulled from the fire

by Him who died

Waste the gift or let it spoil

rotting inside