Not Mine

By Lisa Marie Harmon

I've received a gift from God, divine
A life of measured minutes,

An ordained part in His design,
A race for me to finish.

This gift, I know, I must return
And consider it not mine,

If, from the Spirit, I’m to learn
As a graft upon the vine.

Learn what it means to turn a cheek,

To be the light and salt,

To feel His strength when I am weak,

To love and not find fault.

I want to show my neighbors

Where to quench their thirst.

I want to die, like He did,

To be the last, yet first.

I could fill my life with pleasures,

Seek just my own advance,

But I’d miss the perfect treasures

Of our mystical romance.

I only have so many days

And so very much to learn.

I’ll put aside my selfish ways

And for His wisdom, yearn.

For when my days are done

And I stand before my King,

I pray, in me, he sees the Son,

And joy, to Him, I bring.

National Poetry Writing Month entry Day 5.
Prompt: Not Mine