The Gift
Everyone is born with it can you imagine someone born with one without it
this is something we all have this is something that will last
this is a gift given to us by god some gifts are hardly put into
words some gifts are spoken some gifts are heard I pray to god
for his spoken word a gift is like a kiss to the sun a candle in
the wind I give anything to know where my gift begins
as life goes on it will dawn on me that god will show and tell me.
Copyright@september2005
Copyright © Patricia Opel Jaye | Year Posted 2005
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