The Baker
A man who baked bread went out every day
Selling his wares to all who could pay
And freely donating to all who could not.
Such was the man: he gave as he got.
“Just as God’s grace,” he often would say,
“Is given to me, so I give away.”
And giving, he got, and great was his worth.
A treasure in heaven if not here on earth.
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