Michael Ramel The Primordial Poet Poet Tail-rhyme

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“Then the man who had received one bag of gold came. ‘Master,’ he said, ‘I knew that you are a hard man, harvesting where you have not sown and gathering where you have not scattered seed. So I was afraid and went out and hid your gold in the ground. See, here is what belongs to you.’“His master replied, ‘You wicked, lazy servant! So you knew that I harvest where I have not sown and gather where I have not scattered seed?  Well then, you should have put my money on deposit with the bankers, so that when I returned I would have received it back with interest. “‘So take the bag of gold from him and give it to the one who has ten bags.  For whoever has will be given more, and they will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what they have will be taken from them. And throw that worthless servant outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ MATTHEW 25:24-30

Deposit of Faith

You’ve been given a deposit of faith
God has given ample from His bank
Do you have interest in paying any interest
Or do you doubt that there’s credit in your account

We’ve been gifted a onetime gift
There is no tax on a gift like this
This is fiscal, Christ’s service was sacrificial
This tributary of all fiduciaries is ancillary 

Aside from the debt we owed
From His side the blood and water flowed
He died and He supplied all for what we’ve denied
It’s prepaid and our savings is in His life that down He laid

We are the beneficiaries of
God’s never ending attentive love
We borrow from His sorrow, the path is narrow
His capitulate stains are our eternal gains

It is His collateral and His claim
It is in the futures of all who call on His name
It wasn’t cost effective of being lost, and by His directive
The dividend, the down payment by His enslavement

But in this life, we will suffer loss and pain
Sometimes two backwards and one forward we crane
We have earned the income of death, that’s our wage
It's ok to whirl as this retirement plan is out of this world

(So don’t be inflated or impulsive
Give and give and give, ‘til it hurts give
Live and live and live, ‘til it hurts live
Satan’s been given for a sieve) 

So, what’s your goal, what’s your plan?
Do you use your deposit of faith (from this God-Man)?
Do you use it for others, even your brothers?
Or do you live a cloistered life, what are your druthers?

So what’s your long-term goal for your soul?
Is it minimum wage or a maximum pay load?
The payout is God’s policy, for you and me
If we use our deposit to help others in need

So take stock in God’s surety
Find assurance in His security
Why do you wince look to Christ’s sconce 
And what God’s has already counted and surmounted

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