Not for Sale

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;

a broken and contrite heart,

O God, you will not despise.

Psalm 52:17

"Lord," I said, "I want to be your man, not my own.

So to you I give my money, my car - even my home."

Then, smug and content, I relaxed with a smile 

And whispered to God, "I bet it's been while 

Since anyone has given so much - so freely?"

His  answer surprised me. He replied, "Not really."

"Not a day has gone by since the beginning of time,

That someone hasn't offered meager nickels and dimes,

Golden altas and cross, contribution and penance,

Stone monuments and steeples; but why not repentance?

"Just give me a tear - a heart ready to mold.

And I'll give you a mission, a message so bold-

That a fire will be stirred where there was only death,

And you heart will be flamed by my life and my breath."

I stuck my hands in my pocket and kicked at the dirt.

It's tough yo be corrected (I guess my feelings were hurt).

But it was worth the struggle to realize the though

That the Cross isn't for sale and Christ's blood can't be bought.

By Max Lucado

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