Christian Poetry

He decided to walk to church
the Sunday after his dad died
Heading east towards Foxridge
he crossed a small creek
when a voice sounded clearly,
"Use Your Gifts"

The young man was startled
by the unmistakable voice
and wondered what could this mean
He never shared this with anyone....
not even his wife....
this secret of Use Your Gifts
was kept under wraps
The father's son was faced with
reexamining his life....his career
and what gifts this voice was summoning
Had he misused the talents
that God had given him
to share with others....
had he lived only for himself

Many years later, the voice still
calls to him to get moving
and use his days in simple ways
that might bring encouragement
or hope to one who never
heard the voice to
Use Your Gifts

Thanks, dad, for the gentle prodding
to make the most of my time...
and to look for ways to bring
inspiration to those who are struggling...
or hurting....
those who need a voice to help
Them Find And Use Their Gifts.