Bernard Barclay Poet Rhyme

The Parable of the Talents

By the nights of the southern shifting sands
I speak as the son of God and man
with wisdom brought from the God above
I gave my servants rules of love

Build your church's good and strong
make this world a loving song
for every dollar given, invest to make it grow
to overcome the suffering, of people living poor

Invest the money given, creating five times more
creating jobs for people, a road that helps the poor
I sat with my disciple's, on a dark and lonely night
I gave to them words of wisdom, a parable of might

I said "a man would go to his father's kingdom"
I wept before I died, I went to my fathers kingdom
They knew I never lied, my servants my disciples 
my servants build my kingdom, build it good and strong

create the wealth a kingdom for me to sit upon
My Disciples past the banner on, the pope a leader of the throng
In church the money given, a talents growth invested well 
build the shops, the banks and home's, the wealth behind my thrown

Creating jobs to help the poor, creating roads to help them grow 
The money given to the church is given to their God 
He has told you wisely invest to make it grow
creating jobs for families and wealth to build his thrown

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