Ned sat down to eat an elephant.
He knew he could do it and live to tell of it.
So with salt, pepper, a knife and a fork,
he blessed his huge supper and started to work.
Ned started at the head and worked toward the tail.
He wouldn’t stop or slow down. Yes, he would prevail.
He ate and he ate and he ate and he ate
and the elephant slowly vanished from his very large plate.
His jaw soon got tired as he chomped and he chewed,
never had it processed this much food.
Baked, sauteed, and even deep fried,
Ned couldn’t eat it all, no matter how hard he tried.
His stomach bulged out, he let out a wail,
Ned painfully realized that he had failed.
However he had newfound wisdom both profound and relevant.
That no man can possibly eat a whole elephant.
I wrote this poem about 1 Corinthians 12 concerning spiritual gifts.
We each have our own unique spiritual gifts. It is silly and foolish to think we could have all of them.