Gifts Freely Bestowed

 When one we love is suffering

And in their eyes we see

An ocean of pain,

A mountain of hurt

And myriad miseries,

When their heart is torn

And the mangled threads

Of nature’s covering bares

A soul bereft of common joys

Bowed beneath their cares.

There swells a tide of recompense

From other weathered hearts

Who’ve borne the tempest of the past

That sets the soul apart.

Compassion’s treasures, freely shared

by those who’ve trembling come

To spread an banquet by the Spring

Where living waters run.

With hands extended, full of grace

Survivors of the fall, reach out to give

as they’ve received, in answer to the call.

The Giver of their benefits, the Shepherd

Of their soul, the Master of the Universe

Who bid them, “Rise, and go!”

Has given wings to hearts of stone

And strength to feet of clay

Has filled their life with gifts of love

His gifts to give away.

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Linda settles

www.RedeemingOurTreasures.com