Janice Walkden

Gifts (1 Corinthians 12: 4-6)

We are all sooooo special
More than we know
Our Father of Love
Has made it so

The Gifts we're given
Are for us to share
With others around us
To show that we care

Whether its healing
And relieving pain
Or delivering messages
Its all the same

Hold on to what's good
And try not to fear
For one day soon
It will all become clear

We are all connected
On this material plane
So don't be scared
There is so much to gain

For here we learn
So much you know
All this learning
Helps our souls to grow

So don't be afraid
Open your eyes, look around
There is much more going on
Than mere 'sight' and 'sound'

So much more -
You can't even see
One day you will though
One day you'll be free

Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006
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