As the child who is given a cherished bar of sweet
So seldom from the Father whose hugs are rare
I, too, run with my gift of praise
So pleased am I to share
With all who will listen
While I pretend they care.
I soar to the heavens higher and higher
Clinging to my gift so tightly
I feel as one so loved
I must not let go
For I do not know
When again my heart will be
So pleased
To receive a reward of honor
Perhaps with love,
For me.
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