Thursday, February 25, 2016

The First Fruits

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A patch, of berries quite concealed;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Shifting and dancing in the breeze.

Their luminous skins of silk did shine
And from their petals stretched away,
They spanned in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
A hundred thousand pomes I saw,
Enough to fill this man with awe.

I looked again and eyed some more
Delicious-looking orbs of fruit
Forty thousand, another four
That took their goodness from the root.
I gazed and gazed and then I thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

'Cause oft, when resting for a while
This question to myself I'd ask,
Where are ones who don't speak guile
And do they recognize their task?
And then my heart pervades complete,
As I recall the berries sweet.

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Even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
I won't give up

I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, we had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not, and who I am

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

Calling His name

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