My Debt

As evening shadows slant, thought lifts to Thee,
My quiet shelter from earth's noise and din;
What have I garnered for Thy store today?
Are all my tithes brought in?

Has love been meted out in fullest measure?
Has patient tolerance been manifest?
Have I bid gratitude, humility,
To be my welcome guest?

Has kindly word to troubled heart been spoken?
Has cup of water, given in purest trust,
Slaked thirst of drooping one, whose weary wings
Seemed trailing in the dust?

Dear Father, may Thy dower of days to me
Prove gift of service to my brother man;
Thus will my debt of love be fully paid
According to Thy plan.

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