by J. Randal Matheny © 2011
If words have power, and more the better arranged,
When chosen well, that men and women be changed,
Than this no better motive can we cite,
For precious hours and toil engaged to write.
To each a gift has God in wisdom given,
That we by grace might feel ourselves driven
To put to use for him, as best we can,
For greater glory of God and life of man.
‘Tis not a choice, divine constraint we feel —
To bury his gracious gift, would be to steal;
Our greatest need, to hear his warm applause,
For using this single talent for his cause.
Leave us our modest art, not five or ten;
The Master comes, and we have lines to pen.