Time will never
break your heart,
yet hoarded,
slips through hands.
Thinner than the water,
when self’s focus of plans.

A second that you pause to help
can only take away-
your tunnel,
dim enclosure,
that isolates your days.

(Without the creator’s heart-
that beats-)

The flame of skills and talents,
lie,
cold ash in our heart-
or weakly lit on display
as dusty, old wall art.

Light ignites these
in His fullness,
lost in His love alone-
these gifts all shared,
encourage, scared,
hearts of heavy stone.

The treasures given
at a need-
unbelief states
we won’t succeed;
If we give away the
things we have-
with illumined heart
that’s cheerful, glad.

Break that fishing twine of pride
and fear,
with snapping sound
our hearts revere
the kindness of the giver who
with open hand gives to us too.

(Acts 20:35-In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ ”)

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