Things
I
pass life’s display cases
Filled
with things calling out to me
And
though I try to ignore them
You
know, they refuse to let me be!
I
wonder who’s in control here
The
things — or is it really me?
I
know that I’m on a mission,
But,
Lord, they keep yelling at me!
I
don’t measure my life by the things I own
Nor
by how many things I can get
Things
are here for my pleasure and comfort,
But
they don’t control me yet!
So
when I hear the many things,
Calling
out to me,
I
put it all in perspective,
And
continue on to the Tree! **BJC**
