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These talents you call mine are God-given I claim to be the channel, nothing more To make good their Promise I have striven Though this Life at times cuts me to the Core But worse Agonies can be expected What comes from taking credit for myself A vainglorious Life self-affected Soon caves pridefully in upon itself Far greater suffering could await me If I should squander God's generous Gift For what kind of barren World would this be If God's gifts the World's people failed to lift? Please give credit where right credit is due So this flow of God's gifts might continue. |
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