That is the cry of my heart.
Somewhere in my comings and my goings
Nestled between rushed morning make-up
Dishwasher loading, diaper changing
feeding frenzy, laundry loading,
facebook friending, podcast preaching,
I lose sight.
My heart allegiance swerves
And subtly, my day becomes
Making much of me.
Oh the disgust at the thought,
What a heartbreaking conclusion
To such glorious potential.
The sin of all mankind -
Of the deceiver, himself.
To claim for oneself the glory that belongs
To the One and Only.
To crown Self at the center of the universe.
I confess my daily idolatry.
My feeble attempts to validate my worth.
For prostituting the crown of my heart
for fleeting fulfillment and self-righteous gain.
Humbly I offer you your rightful place.
The center of my being.
Be the air that fills my lungs,
The blood that runs through my veins.
May every breath,
Make much of You.