Good Deeds
Good Deeds are so precious
They are wonderful things
All are filled with compassion
Oh!...the happiness they bring!
They can not be corrupted
You can't buy them with cash
They are gifts...they are blessings
And they come in a flash!
Good Deeds have a Voice
And they whisper so clear
Of great tragedies, deep poverty
Things wrapped up in fear!
They tell of the darkness;
Deep sorrows - fierce pains
They will whisper of wishes
That have turned into shame
Some tell of the hopeless
Knowing not what to do
They don't realize they are waiting
For someone like you
When desperate times...Oh!
Destructions...they come!
Good Deeds with compassion
Will bring hope to some
A Good Deed can be all
That it takes at times
They will help others turn
From the dark to sunshine!
Do keep an ear open
Keep an eye open too;
They may tell of a Good Deed
That is waiting for you!
How sweet are the feelings
That comes from Good Deeds
As you bless someone else
By fulfilling their needs
Good Deeds are quite precious
Very powerful things...
They are filled with compassion
See? The hope that they bring?
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