O Lord, giver of LIFE and GIFTS to me,
When I finish my course and come to die,
Let there be no buried or concealed TALENTS*
May any GIFTEDNESS be yielded to your service
Let there be no TREASURES in me left unutilized;
Let there be no GIFTS from you in me yet ungiven;
Let there be no CHECKS of stated amounts yet uncashed;
And let there be no CASH left un invested nor yet unspent for you.
021621FBPSCtest, Open Poetry 2, Charlotte Puddifoot
*Matthew 25:14-30
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