Self- forget your so-called importance.
Forget the empty things you placed
the burden of your happiness on.
Forget the weak clinging to health today
and security tomorrow.
Forget the lonely, godless worries
after beauty and affection.
Forget the heavy-hearted mirror glances
and the anvil of others’ opinion.
No, Self- remember instead
the eyes of the Father who,
seeing every thought and deed, saw you
when you were dead in sin.
Remember the hands you’ve rejected
that still hold you
in your almost-not-quite-still-messy sanctified state.
Remember the arms you have forsaken:
arms raised for you at Calvary.
Self- remember the final Lamb,
slaughtered
forsaken
despised
rejected
and weep at the foot of the cross
for the sin that required it
and the Savior whose love is your life.
Lose your nothing, and gain
Christ crucified:
the anchor of your soul.
Every Passing Hour 