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How do you thank the one That always puts himself last? Who gives to you all his light When the darkness just won't pass. Can mere words suffice? Should I thank him from upon my knees? With kindness, patience, and care As he's also the provider of these. He proudly gives to you The things money cannot buy. Like his mind, his heart, his soul, But especially his time. If you knew The Giver like I do, You would also choose to exhaust, All the ways to love him, At whatever the cost.
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
The Giver
How do you thank the one That always puts himself last? Who gives to you all his light When the darkness just won't pass. Can mere words suffice? Should I thank him from upon my knees? With kindness, patience, and care As he's also the provider of these. He proudly gives to you The things money cannot buy. Like his mind, his heart, his soul, But especially his time. If you knew The Giver like I do, You would also choose to exhaust, All the ways to love him, At whatever the cost.
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC
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