Neglect Not the Gift That Is in Thee…

©1999 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

 The gift is given. Will we make a space
within the cluttered circles of our lives?
As mothers, daughters, sisters, friends and wives,
will we lay hold or run an endless race?

Will we lay hold, or run an endless race…
and, running, lose our vision of the prize?
“Be still,” God said. The cup goes to the wise,
for every gift must have its time and place.

For every gift must have its time and place
or be forgotten…and the Giver, too.
Come, let us dedicate ourselves anew.
Receive and magnify each gift with grace.

Receive and magnify each gift with grace.
Create a fertile ground; make room for growing.
We have the seeds, and they are ripe for sowing.
The gift is given. Will we make a space?

1 Timothy 4:14

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