Dear God, give — let me give and give again. When I run out and have emptied my reservoirs and turned out my pockets, let me dig yet deeper and give.
O! How miserly am I. I hoard. I lay by stores to protect my future. Yet there is never enough for me to have complete security — and so I give away nothing. I place myself before others.
If I am to be a source of love and light, Lord, let me learn to give.
I have so far to go.