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The Gift

Oh Lord, dear Lord, we come again To thank You for Your loving gifts. Oh Lord, forgive us for the grief we feel at one more empty chair. Dear Lord, You never promised we'd be free Of earthly sorrow and woe But You did say, Lord, You would be with us through all the trials of our lives. At each sad step we take, dear Lord we feel You standing by our sides. We are grateful for Your presence, Lord And know You will not desert us, Lord, no matter how long we cry. And now although we are missing his sweet endearing grin, Lord We are thankful that You lent him, Lord for just that too short while. Lord, our hearts are full of gratitude, for the promises you've kept and Lord we're thankful for the time we had with the one, Lord, who is with You now in Heaven. In Jesus' name we pray, dear Lord. Amen By: Joyce Johnson September 6, 2014. For contest "The Gift"

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