Three Talented Men (poem by me)

There was a man
who played the horn
every so often
and when asked if he had talent,
he said, “I’m not good at anything.”

There was a man
who played violin
on the streets of New York
and people put down their windows
to listen to him share his talent.

There was a man
who sang in the choir
every Sunday
No one could hear his talent
for his voice blended with others.

The first man received nothing,
The second earned peace from troubles,
The third gained his heart’s desire,
And justice was served to all.

“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.”—1 Peter 4:10

*Draw near is now accepting personal essays about childhood. Read the details here: https://drawneartochrist.com/call-for-submissions/.

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