dry well
sometimes i think "why give?"
why dip out of my suffering well
so that others might live?
why do i wash their feet
when my own throat cries for a drink
of that Living water
when they don't even bother
to thank you
for what you've done
and for what you do.
my pride tries to flatter me
but the poisonous thoughts
simply batter me
pushing aside what i know
about how Living water is meant to flow
from God through me.
it's not meant to pool,
hording it like a fool
who doesn't know that you
cast your Bread upon the water
and accept ten-fold back from a loving Father.
~kbh
