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The One-Talent Man

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D.C. · Feb 16, 1905

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 82, No. 7.

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The One-Talent Man

He couldn't sing, and he couldn't play. He couldn't speak, and he couldn't pray. He'd try to read, but break right down, Then sadly grieve at smile or frown. While some with talents ten begun, He started out with only one: “With this,” he said, “I’ll do my best, And trust the Lord to do the rest.” His trembling hand and tearful eye Gave forth a world of sympathy. When all alone with one distressed, He whispered words that calmed that breast, And little children learned to know, When grieved and troubled, where to go. He loved the birds, the flowers, the trees, And loving him, his friends loved these. His homely features lost each trace Of homeliness, and in his face There beamed a kind and tender light That made surrounding features bright. When illness came, he smiled at fears, And bade his friends to dry their tears. He said, “Good-by,” and all confess He made of life a grand success.
— Presbyterian Journal.