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?

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