Nothing Gained

Though nimble his feet – gained he no ground

Though mighty his wings – great height ne'er found

Though strong his head – head strong, and fierce against the wind

Though his heart rapid beat – faint beat within

Though showered with gifts – unopened they did fall

Though bountiful his talents – deep buried all

Then came the autumn

Then came the snow

Then came the spring

Then came the glow

Though stubborn his feet – gained he much ground

Though weak his frail wings – great height he found

Though strong still his head – head strong no more

Though fainter heart beat – never louder did roar

Unwrapped the gifts – unveiled each one

And talents once buried – lifted up to the Son