Treasure Island

Charles Marshall


The Gift of Happiness


Is from a good heart
Which pumps full of love from GOD
to the enter spirit of the soul.
The Gift of Happiness is like radiation
that beams from the pores of the body.

The feel of happiness is from a good heart
which can be seen by everyone you encounter.
GOD sends messages to your soul thru the heart.
Listen to the messages of kindness, consideration,
Thoughtfulness, helpfulness, love and caring.

Apply the messages daily, The Gift of Happiness is within you.
Start with yourself and share the Gift of Happiness with love ones.
Happiness makes life more bearable, less stressful and fun.
Only you can give yourself The Gift of Happiness.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 06, 2013

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