Who's Going to Notice?

The gift I’m holding in my hand

Offering just what I had planned

Not the brilliant gift I intended it to be

A smudged reflection, reflecting me

Tarnished by desires of mine

My fingerprints have dulled the shine

Distracted by curiosity

Wondering what others may think of me

To preach faithfully, to pray and sing

To be noticed for the gifts I bring

To humbly seek the status I desire

To at least be envied - if not admired

Fixed wholly on this self-conscious gaze

Until I’m disturbed by higher thoughts from higher ways

Stirred to contrition, broken hearted and relieved

In secret an offering is made, a holy offering is received

". . . Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret . . ."

Matthew 6:6