Prepossessing

Possession, they say, is nine-tenths of the law.
You however are not under law, but under grace,
And grace did not consider equality with God something to be grasped.
You emptied yourself, once or twice
And oh it felt good to get through death to resurrection.
But things pile up. Today you went into the attic
Pulled out a toy and said, “Not this one, God; it’s mine.”
God put you on His lap and explained that nothing’s yours, really,
Since everything is His and He will freely give you all things.
Time for another yard sale! Where everything must go
From mine to thine,
And the sign on you says, “Free.”