Will my talent be enough
Should I begin to dig a hole
Or set up Your account
and hope fear will not outrun me
Can my rhymes pick up the tab
on an investment You have given
Is it a gift with too high a task
Or a Joy to act and use it.
With doubt I cast my net
Beside a coin You will call back
In the hopes for a return
In the hopes to give You plenty
Weigh me like Ezekiel
Let obedience be Your measure
If this talent does not glean
Allow my effort to be Your treasure.