lifesong

i no longer live
the body would be consumed
by the world but

the spirit is a sacrifice
a living fire at the altar
to the one up there

like oil in that alabaster
jar i pour this heart
at his feet when

he deserves so much more
than the praises sung
and glory given

the never ending shouts and cries
which echoes his name
resound greatness

yet never close enough to define him
who above all is the
Great I Am.

(posted in response to the previous plea post, actually written a month or so ago)