Colin F. Jones

GENEROSITY

Offer your coat; indeed it will be taken
Offer your heart; it will be taken too
Lay down your life; you will be forsaken,
But then there’ll be nothing left of you.
Among the grains of sand you are but one
Forming beaches on which the tides do flow
For when you die you are forever gone
Though what you were might well remain on show.
If that young man who walked in Bethlehem
Was not the Saviour we all call our God,
Then we are robots named by man as men
Who’ll rust and rot away in primeval sod.
So offer not a thing which leaves you bare,
For you will have nought left to share