The Good Steward
Copyright 2004 by Jon Gill

With all that You have given me
I cannot hold but naught
To wrap my hands ‘round one of these
Would be more than I ought
Unworthy I to receive these prizes
Not one e’er was warranted
But what Your gift signifies is
How freely grace is awarded.

Faithful with the smallest thing
I do not know much more
But faithful You to always bring
What I’d been looking for
And now I hold in my weak hand
A jewel most prized indeed
What joyous weight of job so grand
Is this gem’s tiny seed!

How much I must needs grow and gather
To make the ten, ten more!
What duties would I ever rather
Be given lordship for?
No, I shall take what He’s been giving
And be faithful beyond my best
And when the Lord asks what I’ve been living
I shall have passed the test.


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