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I was among a list of objects whose value was of fleeting joy expecting to give lasting happiness maybe to a busy lady or to a lonesome boy I was placed beneath the tree and opened— my wrappers eagerly teared up by hand yet the recipient's smile lasted but for a moment and this I could not understand I realized I was of tiny worth compared to the Father's Son the gift no worldly present can surpass meant for each and every one
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
Beneath the Tree
I was among a list of objects whose value was of fleeting joy expecting to give lasting happiness maybe to a busy lady or to a lonesome boy I was placed beneath the tree and opened— my wrappers eagerly teared up by hand yet the recipient's smile lasted but for a moment and this I could not understand I realized I was of tiny worth compared to the Father's Son the gift no worldly present can surpass meant for each and every one
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gillian-borromeo
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
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