Given many talents Little work to perfect. Squandered in search of Love, Importance, Respect
Given many gifts Large and small. Appreciation never lasting If recognized at all.
So much time Minutes, hours, days Wandering through life As if in a daze.
The Lord awaits So patient and kind Until masks are removed No longer so blind.
Each given talents And gifts and time. Steps on the ladder Toward heaven to climb.
"Let us celebrate with a feast, because this son of mine was dead, and has come to life again; he was lost, and has been found. THEN THE CELEBRATION BEGAN."!!! Luke 15: 23-24