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The Master left to go away,
But, being wise and just,
He first called forth three servants and
Placed Talents in their trust.

According to their proven skills
He portioned out their share:
Five to the first, the second two
One to the last man there. 

And once the Master went away
The man he gave the five
Invested what he had been lent
And made his Talents thrive.

The man who had been given two
Worked hard to earn yet more,
But he who had been given one
Hid his beneath the floor.

After a time the Master came
Returning from his task
And bid his servants come to Him
With but one thing to ask.

"With what I had entrusted you
Now give me your account."
The man to whom was given five
Had doubled his amount.

In turn, the man He'd given two
Had turned them into four. 
The Master said, "Well done my sons, 
Now I will give you more."

The last whose Talent had been hid
Rushed forth to plead his case.
"I have protected what you gave
Within a secret place."

The Master, disapproving, looked
Upon his share returned.
"What good can hidden Talents do?
They yield no profit earned."

That Talent then He gave to he
Whose faithfulness was proved,
And from the man who had but one
His little was removed.

The moral of this story then
If you have ears to hear
Is we are given portions of
Which we are overseer.

Don't let your talents waste unknown
Whether they're small or great.
Whatever talents you possess
Should even more create.

9.16.18
Contest: Parable of the Talents

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