Radically Happy

Hat tip to the Dickens

I’m deeply embarrassed to state
How my expectations do gate
The gifts which You so long to give
That I may abundantly live

The problem, I must now confess:
Me choosing which Self You can bless
Instead of embracing the thrill
Of letting You choose which to kill

For death’s but the start of the story
That fills all of us with Your glory
I’ll no longer live by my sweat
When Your expectations are met

Today I will not sweat the small stuff
Because God can