Where's the gift I've given you
Have you got it wrapped away
Lying dormant, growing cold
Waiting for the heat of day
Crying out for what you've got
Special gift of love from Me
You I've trusted, have I not
To walk where Jesus loved to tread
Among the ones that you avoid
You turn your head when you see need
Does it make you feel annoyed
To hear the endless cries for help
You close your ears and walk ahead
But just like Matthew 25
I will judge your pride instead.
