Am I using all my God-given talents?

You know, the body, the mind and the soul;

Am I seeking to keep the perspective

Seeing everything as part of a whole?

Not leaning too much to one facet

Or avoiding that which doesn’t make sense;

Am I straining to forget the future and the past

And living too much in the present tense?

Nothing lasts forever!

So why is not nothing sanctified?

Why it is because it is transient and silly,

You know, that which has withered and died.

Oh, I see the cause for avoidance,

Profanity has greater appeal;

It puffs ourselves up and it feeds what is pride

And it keeps us from having to kneel.

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