Gifts are what matter the most.
Where's the talent without its host?
Where's the paper without the pen?
What is repetition without doing again?
Where's the car without its driver?
Where's the home without the family?
Where's hope without faith?
Where's the song without the singer?
Where's the vocalist without the musician?
Where's the tune without the melody?
Where are the words without the lyrics?
Where's the music without the instrument?
Where's the orchestra without the conductor?
Where's the production without the producer?
Where's the tree without its root?
Where's the branch without the tree?
Where are the leaves without the branches?
Where are the flowers without their stems?
Where are the petals without the flower?
Where is spring without its showers?
Where is summer without heat?
Where is winter without the cold?
Where is autumn without the breeze?
Where is love without passion?
Where is affection without attraction?
Where is deed without action?
What is math without its equations?
What is a word without persuasion?
Where's a sign without indication?
Where's the line without a starting point?
What are bones without their joints?
What is a body without chemistry?
Everything has a gift.
Everything has a function.
These things work together in perfect conjunction.
Gifts, yes indeed, gifts.
Copyright © Sarah Herring | Year Posted 2014
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