Joseph James Breunig 3rd

(Bangor, Maine (USA))

Poem: Used For His Glory


The Body is composed of many parts
and it needs your gifting of talents;
open up your spirit and heart…

to provide God with holy service.
Don’t waste your earthly talents
with hardness of heart or disservice.

Find your identity in Christ!
Feed on the fullness of His Word
and enjoy His eternal Life!

Become part of Heaven’s story,
by allowing yourself to be…
Used for His Glory.



Author Notes:

Loosely based on:

1 Cor 12: 14; Chr 31: 2; Col 1: 13; Psa 139: 13-16;
Jer 29: 11; Eph 1: 4-5,2: 10


By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.

Submitted: Thursday, August 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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