Submitted by : ponderings on Think

He gave me food in abundance
Yet instead of being grateful, I became wasteful
He let water flow freely whenever I was in need
Yet instead of being conservative, I made it impure
He gave me a heart and showered upon it mercy, kindness and love
Yet instead of opening it and sharing His bounties I became arrogant, deluding myself that I was a king amongst men

Yet you craved a slice but He gave you morsels and you praised Him for the nourishment of your being
Yet you cried in thirst and He gave you drops to obscure the dryness of your mouth and you prostrated for the gift of this pristine coolness
Yet He made your trials tough and still you shared your meagreness knowing and understanding the pangs of not having

And while He had knocked onto my door with all the treasures of Heaven, I ignored it and plunged myself into hellfire
And though He gave you perceivably less, you opened the door and your gratitude urged Him in
And now for your feet are the cloths of Heaven

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