Provoke my thoughts
to rise toward heaven,
seeking mysteries beyond
the temporality of only here,
and only now.

Teach me to see the great “not yet”
as more concrete
than obsolete.

Magnify Your mercy;
remove the scales
of secret pride —
do not let blindness override
but rather, keep my finite eyes
on You.

May striving after
worthless passing pleasures
make my heart recoil
instead of toil,
and let me long for More.

These all-consuming vanities
will soon be rusting memories,
so set my mind on what is real,
that I would not awake to find
my pockets filled with stacks of cash
when You promised me a crown of life.

Cause me to laugh at my own frailty
and yearn for slivers of eternity
until my transience
comes face to face
with Glory.