possess gold

Abba-Father,

My pockets are empty,

and my strength feels small.

I look at the ruins

of missed opportunities,

delayed obedience,

fearful steps,

and wasted days.

I do not hide behind excuses.

I know the harvest I see today

has grown from seeds

I planted yesterday.

Yet my greatest poverty

is not the lack of money.

A man may possess gold

and still be unable to see Christ.

A man may own houses,

lands, and treasures,

yet remain blind

to the beauty of Your Son.

Abba-Father,

that blindness frightens me

more than an empty wallet.

Money can buy food,

but it cannot purchase

one glimpse of Your glory.

Money can buy books,

but it cannot buy

a fresh revelation from You.

Money can buy comfort,

but it cannot comfort a soul

that longs to behold Christ.

So here I am,

holding this Holy Bible

with trembling hands.

These pages are before my eyes,

but unless You breathe upon them,

they remain words upon paper.

Open my eyes, Abba-Father.

Lift the veil.

Shine Your light

upon the face of Christ.

Show me His humility

when pride rises within me.

Show me His obedience

when I seek my own way.

Show me His wounds

when I forget the cost of my salvation.

Show me His beauty

when the world competes for my attention.

Show me Christ

walking through every page,

every promise,

every command,

every prophecy.

For I cannot see Him

unless You reveal Him.

I cannot know Him

unless You draw me near.

I cannot treasure Him

unless You awaken my heart.

Have mercy on me,

Abba-Father.

If prosperity comes,

let me not love it more than Christ.

If lack remains,

let me not abandon Christ.

Whether my hands are full

or empty,

let my eyes be fixed

upon Christ.

Give me that fresh revelation

which silver cannot buy,

which gold cannot earn,

which no earthly treasure can obtain.

And when my soul is weary,

let the sight of Christ

become my consolation.

When my heart is troubled,

let the sight of Christ

become my peace.

When my future seems uncertain,

let the sight of Christ

become my hope.

Abba-Father,

I ask for mercy.

Not first for riches,

but for Christ.

Not first for provision,

but for revelation.

Not first for abundance,

but for eyes that truly see.

For one fresh glimpse of Christ

from Your gracious hand

is worth more

than all the wealth

this world can give.

Amen.