My Treasure

It seems the enemy knows me well.

He slithers in and it's hard to tell

exactly when my fear and greed

start to plant an ugly seed.

My mouth, my heart, and my mind

expose my lack until I find

I'm consumed with desire for food and things

and try to control what tomorrow brings.

I worry and fret although I'm blessed

and forget to take you as my rest.

You want to hear my thanks and praise

and trust you with my coming days.

Lord, take away the want in me

for that which I do not need.

I'll gladly accept your perfect measure.

My growth in you, my increasing treasure.