To Whom Much Is Given
When, in the fever of God's divine breath,
I, like some madman, disgorge and out-pour
from myself art—even unto my death:
for to whom much is given so much more
is required by the Almighty. So I,
once humbled by His supernat'ral hand,
am thankful to live now—never to die;
and with my quill I honor His command
and will for me with the fervent desire
to show every man, woman, child and beast
of the earth how God's great love can inspire
in each of us an everlasting feast
of hope and joy; and “the peace that passeth
all understanding” through Christ of Naz'reth!
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