Travel
It's a privilege to travel, to walk
To go and to talk,
To finally cross distances and to be,
To move, to give, and to see.
"Heaven on earth" is unity
Of hearts in peace and purity.
Gifts, attention and time
Are the treasures all mine
To share, hear, and understand.
How to help from land to land,
Hand to hand.
A loving band
Of persons like fire fanned,
Can bring a life of joy
Hope and vision with courage employ
The resources of God to all.
So, travel; release the small
And, find a faith for all tomorrows
Beautiful memories cancelling sorrows.
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