Sincerity

Worse than meaningless,
It is an insult to my God
To be less than sincere
In my prayers
In my praise
In my life

No true good is accomplished
By being dishonest
Be it flattery
An unthinking response
An expected platitude
Or advice

When I repent
It must be real
When I say I love
I must show it
When I pray
I must trust

My Offering

As a child
I bought gifts for my parents
With money that they had given me

My tithe
Is a fraction
Of the money God gives me

My songs
Bless Him, and yet
My voice was another gift from Him

My schoolwork
Might be dedicated to Him
But the intellect and the opportunity are His

I can use His gifts
That’s why He gave them to me
But my Father deserves much more

My praise
Is the gift that
Truly comes from me

He makes my heart beat
He fills my lung with breath
But He gave me a will to turn over to Him