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God's Gifts
With God’s presence all around me,
Yet His gift is missed.
Unknown by many who surround,
Their blindness fills my heart with sadness.
For disbelief clouds what is clear,
How could they fail to see?
His omnipresence, bright and pure,
Hidden in the shadow of doubt.
His grace, a gift they need to hold,
A light to guide, a love untold.
Yet in their hearts, an unseen flame,
Burns quietly, waiting to claim,
God’s gifts.
Copyright ©
James Chapman
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