You say, I don't have time-
Can you smile?
Can you speak?
Can you write?
You see these "normal" things
God has given you
Are really talents in disguise.
By using them you can reach out,
Giving of these things
However small they may seem.
To bless the lives of others
And at the same time you are blest,
Because love is to give away-
Not within ourselves kept.
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