Let none hear you idly saying,
"There is nothing I can do,"
For the souls of men are dying
And the Master calls for you.
Every talent yielded to Him,
Every effort He will bless;
Christ who gave His all for you
Deserves your all-no less.
Through His church he needs your service,
Let His work your pleasure be;
Answer quickly while He calleth,
"Take me, Lord, use me."
So true. A great reminder of what we are called to do live; how we are called to live.
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Beautiful poem!
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