The Spending Gift

Wages are for work you’ve done;

A gift’s freely received.

Did I earn today‘s sunrise

Or any hour given me?

Do I hold them as a gift,

Use and cherish what I have?

Or scorn the minutes in my hands

And dump them idly in the trash?

When I make each moment’s choice

On where to focus, what to do,

The coin I spend is coin I lose;

No mint remakes what I misuse.

Currency I’m freely given,

Currency I don’t get back

Is flung at money, sloth, and screens—

Is spent to fill my soul with lack.

When the gift’s done spending me,

When strength is gone and mind’s a haze,

Will I and the Giver look

With pride on how I used His days?