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No good thing—
Truly, unequivocally, particularly good—
Relinquished by the child of God
For the sake of obedience,
Love for Him,
Love for others—
No good thing
Is ever truly lost,
Only forestalled.
Who am I,
Little woman,
To dream that I can give up
More than the Lord can restore?
In His good time,
He gives good gifts.
In this, I wait;
In this, I hope.
We sow good seeds,
Uneaten,
Into the tomb of the earth,
Denying today's pleasure
For Tomorrow's harvest of righteousness.
We may sow in tears
And bellies growling and empty,
But we will reap with shouts of joy.
Your kingdom come.
We cannot outgive God.
Our troubles will be drowned in glory
We cannot fathom or dream
In our relinquishment.
In the Day of His blessed appearing,
I suspect
I will only regret
Not yielding even more.
Eternity is more than long enough
To surfeit souls with every good and perfect gift.
