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Oh Blessed Lord to Thee
With eager hands we reach to grasp a world we can not hold, while all the world is reaching back to place us in its mold. - As flowers bud and live and die and soon give up their best, so you and I will bloom each day till we be laid to rest. - With eager mind we seek to know the secret of success, but overlook the best in life and settle for much less. - The flower that we might have been will never come to be, till we have learned to lift our hands oh Blessed Lord to Thee. This came after reading "Thank You Lord" by Charla. THANKS for the inspiration...James
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