'my Parting Gifts'
My Parting Gifts
REMIT TO THE NATION…
Stand up and confront the scorn of the crowd,
Truth does not depend on the brash or the proud.
Your word is your bond, your heart is your vow,
Never bend to the trends that beguile here and now.
SUBMIT TO CREATION…
Respect all creation God put on this earth,
Each has their function; each has infinite worth.
We all lie down under stone and fresh clay,
Creation survives all our foolish forays.
ADMIT YOUR VOCATION…
Never mark time or keep fending off fate,
Waste not one talent or demand late rebate.
We each face our test against uncertain years,
We each have our purpose; our laughter, our tears.
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