What Am i Missing?

I visit the sick, I give to the poor
I love my neighbor who lives next door
I smile to the glum, lend a hand to the weak
And if I remember I carefully speak
So why am I not dancing, and over-joyed
Instead of enhancing a gaping void

In my vain quest I then paste on a smile
I won’t stop to rest as I walk the third mile
I try to spread cheer to a brother in sorrow
I share a sad tear, say I’ll visit tomorrow
I drop off some flowers and breathe a quick prayer
Why do I still feel a cloud of despair?

I climb a high mountain and sing to the Lord
Ah, surely this effort will glean a reward
I fast for a day and I tithe every week
Where is my pay in the joy I still seek?
What am I missing Lord what can it be?
In the stillness his Voice is heard, ‘you’re missing Me’

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Janet Martin

It is possible to exhaust ourselves
By doing all the right things for
All the wrong reasons.

If I give all I posses to the poor
and surrender my body to the flames
but have not love, I gain nothing. 1 Cor.13:3

God is love.1 John 4:16