Crippled by sin,
begging- for choices
of blessing, we
look to You, Father-
hoping, for
tender morsels,
satisfactory scraps.

Myopic minds,
seeking, two pence
here, a quarter
affection there.

You- see more.

Lift us!
Help us, to stride,
upon heavenly plains,
no longer desiring;
meager things.

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