Not too many Blessings
18 And a certain ruler asked him, saying, Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life? 19 And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? none is good, save one, that is, God. 20 Thou knowest the commandments, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Honour thy father and thy mother. 21 And he said, All these have I kept from my youth up. 22 Now when Jesus heard these things, he said unto him, Yet lackest thou one thing: sell all that thou hast, and distribute unto the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come, follow me. 23 And when he heard this, he was very sorrowful: for he was very rich. 24 And when Jesus saw that he was very sorrowful, he said, How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God! 25 For it is easier for a camel to go through a needle's eye, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God. 26 And they that heard it said, Who then can be saved? 27 And he said, The things which are impossible with men are possible with God. Luke 18:18-27
Let this passage serve as a warning to not let our blessings become the very reasons we would give for not serving God in complete surrender without any reservation. Riches in this passage blinded the ruler from realizing just how much he needed God in his life.
I wrote the poem Blessings when I was dwelling on the thought that the very things we should be most indebted to God for, which should evoke feelings of thankfulness, sometimes can become the very things we hold too tightly; and, hinder us on our journey toward closer fellowship with God. As I dwelt on this thought; I began to pray this prayer.
Blessings
Not too many blessings, Lord
Lest I become content
To depend on what You’ve given
To love the things You’ve lent
Though I thank You for relationships
May I never lean on them too much
That they’d become so dear to me
I’d fail to seek Your touch
May I not become so happy
With my life and things of earth
That I’d become complacent
And forget the things of worth
May I never be so satisfied
I would not hunger after You
Though I may have to suffer need
I want to be close to You
Grant me only enough blessings
To give to me a song
And never, Lord, so many
For You I would not long
Written By:
Laura L.Hensley
Copyright 2003
26 He is ever merciful, and lendeth; and his seed is blessed.
Psalm 37:26
