Steward Poem by Lors Dilouley

i mean every word
and sometimes i have to whisper them
because my voice is broken.

a lot of reasons....
mostly the weight of what i am saying
the truth of this kind of commitment
fills my heart with uneasiness
at what might come giving Him this much freedom.

yet i know there is no other way
than to live consecrated.
every part.
what is more than my life?
what will 'at any cost' come to mean?
only time will tell.

for God holds it all.
and im not the caretaker of my own life
or death
anyway. im only the steward.