A gift, a smile, a helping hand,
Makes hearts feel light across the land.
When faults I drop, like heavy stone,
More room for service, I have grown.
A humble heart begins to bloom,
Dispelling shadows, chasing gloom.
My worries laid in loving care,
He takes my bad, leaves good to share.
This giving all, both dark and light,
To Him, brings peace, and makes things right.
He cleanses me, makes spirits whole,
And fills my being, body, soul.
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