love is an offering

My life is a collection plate I’m passed down from person to person I’m added to and taken from I’m constant and yet ever changing My value, my worth? Depends on the investment Depends on the generosity of the giver But my God is a giver of lavish gifts I’m giving to so that I may give to you I’m sacrificed so that I may share I am imparted so that I may supply Love, life, compassion, strength My life lives on My soul is a tithe My spirit, an offering A love offering

in the darkness they fall the silent salt water drops of his soul they fall because he failed he tills a barren ground they fall because the promised land is dead he moved his family to a foreign land at night he can hear their stomachs growl their morning smiles break him down they fall because he promised his love the heavens but could only deliver the earth the more he gives the more he knows it's not enough so they fall in his morning coffee cup he prays the Lord will save them from the falling sky Mount Sinai is leveled to the ground his eyes are flooded with sorrow as he waits for the drought to end