Use Your Gifts
A master preparing to go away
gathered his servants avoiding delay.
Though it might have seemed rash
he gave each of them cash.
Making profit to keep would be okay.
The one with the most then doubled his cash
while the one with the least did bury his stash.
It had nothing to earn
for the master's return
when he showed him how safe was the cache.
The master back home from his journey
praised the one who'd doubled his money.
From the one with the least
who felt himself fleeced
he took what he'd hid without mercy.
To the one with the most he then gave it
to earn even more of a profit.
For through risking to lose
he was making good use
of the talent with which he'd been gifted.
Matthew 25.14-30
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