Incredible Shrinking Jars
God designed my soul to
and then Rest.
He promises us life overflowing,
But we all too often live it to overfilled.
We encroach on the margin for good rest,
Shrinking our capacity to do our best.
Like jars we try to fit it all in, and more,
Ending unwittingly with less jar than before.
Incredible shrinking jars of clay,
Built for tomorrow but gone today.