Off into the sunset …

92.          All That I Have

All that I have?
This is no small thing that He asks.
Did He ask it of the fishermen?
They are poor;
All they have is so little,
Surely no great sacrifice …
And yet …
It was, truly, all that they had,
And they left their nets.

Such faith,
For a promise I don’t understand—
A blessing anticipated
At a price demanded now.
So […]