Curse the plaintive cry
a lava dome rising
from the bottom of my selfish crater:
"After all I've done for you…"
Unleash steam vents of guilt
a chimaera draped around
the slumped shoulders of obligation
Sacrifice with expectations
is a twisted tire iron
a crowbar forged to pry
compliance from the hands of free will
A gift with strings is no gift at all
We drag down sacrifice to the dust
make it sad
weary and despicable
It is not
"giving up things"
but the opposite
I give with joy
my very best
to the one I love
A spectacular eruption
of unfettered worship
...
(with thanks to Oswald Chambers)
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