Poor God

Does anyone do anything for You,
O God, so rich in power, yet so poor,
so rich in love, and yet loved by so few,
who give You grudging love but little more?

O infinite love, You give Your all it seems,
our souls can soar, our minds can roam through space,
You promise heaven beyond our wildest dreams,
and for our love, You offer endless grace.

Why are we so reluctant, Lord, to love?
All nature loves You, but it is not free,
yet we are free to hurt You, Gentle Dove,
though why we do remains a mystery.

Out of pure love, I love You for Your pleasure,
small worthless me, yet, Lord, Your greatest treasure.

                                    by Pete Voelz      12/12/14