How many times do I offer God that which costs me nothing?
the scanty leftovers of my time…
the skimpiest sum I can manage to fumble inconspicuously out of my pocket…
a begrudging, grumbling obedience…
service IF it is convenient, promisingly fruitful, or is particularly of a nature that others might well see…
O God, You don’t force us to serve you, much less love You…
But now that we have come to know You, or rather to be known by You, through Your Son… We are no longer under law. How much more then ought our offerings be worth since we are now conscious of grace; grace that’s free and yet so very very costly.
HELP US O GOD of our salvation,
for the glory of Your name;
deliver us, atone for our sins,
for your name’s sake.
God, it hurts to be exposed.
To realize how seldom I realize how great You are.
How many good things I try to keep to myself…
You are worthy, for You have given extravagantly…
Give me a heart ready to be poured out before you.
To spend myself lavishly to bring You all the glory.
Help me God, to be resolute.
Choosing not the easy route.
Fearing not that I might suffer,
To say with David, “I will not offer
burnt offerings that cost me nothing.”
That you might be my everything.