I wish to know when I am old
My legacy is not fool’s gold
Treasure stored each day I live
Is not in what I keep, but give
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How hard it is to pry clenched fists
But harder still to see
The blessing they have surely missed
By clenching vanity
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‘Speak Lord, your servant is listening’
Came Samuel’s firm reply
I wonder what we say to Him
When He calls you and I
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With i-phones and cell-phones
And head-phones and such
I wonder if we still hear
God very much
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Moments are the ripples
On life's rising, falling sea
One over takes another
And is never-more to be
Janet Martin
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