Some thoughts held close, ever so near;
others quite distant, not nearly as dear;
Some locked forgotten, safely away,
to be treasured or feared, on some other day.
Others loosed and carried on high,
A child's balloon lost to the sky!
And as they bare such a painful cost,
these as such are so gladly lost.
But of all that I've known,
and clearest do see,
the most precious of all,
are my thoughts of Thee.
Oh those grand thoughts of Thee!
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