240918 Comparison

 Comparison

Why is it that when I compare
I view those with blessings to spare
Or those living as millionaire 
And not those who have cupboards bare

When I compare, I compare up
They're winners; I'm just runner up
Certain that when they drink or sup
It's from a silver plate and cup

What if, instead, I compared down
To those on the hard side of town
Where all they own are hand-me-downs 
Don't have or do much of renown

Would I see my lot differently
Compared to those worse off than me
For some have troubles endlessly
That's not my story, thankfully

If life's one of comparison 
Becomes a game I never win
And hard to stop once I begin
Don't look outward, but look within

Comparison is overblown 
It only makes me moan and groan
What matters is not what I own
But that I serve Jesus alone

The greatest way that life is spent
Is when I learn to be content 
Comparison just brings torment
Ingratitude for blessings sent

Comparing should not be my quest
But counting ways that I've been blessed
That's how God's love is manifest
Therein lies key to happiness 

Dear God, thank you for all you've done
And all my blessings - every one
The precious gift of Christ, your son
For that, there's no comparison 

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