G I F T

a poet’s penitential prayer

Father…

You have blessed and gifted me
To glorify and honor thee
But… the gift unwrapped or little used
Little thought about or mused
Turns to dust before it’s time

Father…

Talents that you (loving!) gave
To serve your kingdom and to save
Can oft lie buried and confined
Within the carnal, careless mind
And serve no one

Father…

You have blessed and gifted all
With giftedness both large and small
Would you our petition hear?
And grant us, Father, minds sincere
Take captive every thought?

Father…

Before you come with trumpet call
Grant repentance to us all
Please hear our humble, earnest plea
And help us use our gifts for thee
And for others in need of you

…in Jesus’ name.

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“Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit. And there are varieties of ministries, and the same Lord. There are varieties of effects, but the same God who works all things in all persons… But one and the same Spirit works all these things, distributing to each one individually just as He wills.”

–1 Corinthians 12:4-6, 11
–Matthew 25:14-30

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C R U S H E D

I crushed the lovely lilac bloom
Held fast within my fingers
And, heaven sent, that soaring scent
Still in my memory lingers
Jarred my jaded senses so
I thought not of the careless blow
Nor of the death to Beauty!

Eclipsing finery of Kings
The flowers God has so arrayed
Speaks of Wisdom’s higher power
And all The Artist’s Love has made
What fragrant oil, what floral blood
That courses through each tender bud
And sweetens every breath!

What blessed scent wafts through the years
From Him, that sweetest Bloom of all
Transplanted to such sinful soil
Yet faithful to His Father’s call
Bruised and crushed yet curse repealed
And now His empty tomb doth yield
The fragrance of forgiveness!

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“But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him, and by His scourging we are healed.”

–Isaiah 53:5
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