The Best of the Flock

I ask for the best of the flock, dear child
The offering you give Me

I ask for the best of the flock, dear child
The offering you give Me
But what is this weak and puny lamb
Upon the altar I see?

For the world outside, you present your best
Not a bit from them withhold
But from God you keep the choicest bits
And give Him the stale and old.

I ask for the best of the flock, dear child
I am your Sovereign King
For earthly rulers you cringe and bow
And the cream of the crop you bring.

What are your proffered words of love
They bring with them distaste
For I see a stilted sacrifice
And I know ‘love’s’ out of place.

Jenny Daniel