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THE GIFT OF LOVE

by:
Marian Ford Park

We mortals tend to take in stride
Ech gift our Lord Bestows.
Our health and wealth we wear with pride
Make certain that it shows.

We live each day without a thought
Of giving thanks to God -
We walk amid the beauty wrought
Along each path we trod.

We listen to a tiny bird
Who has a song to sing
And never give a sign we heard
The sound of anything.

I sometimes feel that God on high
Must give up in despair
But all He seems to do is sigh
And give more loving care.

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