Benefactor

Priceless treasures wait for those
Who seek the benefactor
We must put some effort in
And not just be an actor
For when we finally get fed up
With striving to be good
Then we release our Spirit man
Into our hearts of wood
Which delicately need a prune
Of all that's dead and rotten
Those hurts and fears from former years
That may have been forgotten
Our selfishness, our sense of pride
Must be replaced by love
Which only Jesus can supply
His hand inside our glove.