On a stroll one sunny morning
I set out to gather jewels
I left behind all doubt and worry
But took along essential tools.
Tools of wisdom, faith, and patience
And a basket full of dreams
To be filled to overflowing
From the priceless gift of Him.
I also took along the positive
And 'twasn't long until I found
A humming voice so clear and chiming
Though there was no one around.
I also felt a sweet caressing
As the warm wind softly draped
E'er so gently 'round about me
And I knew it was God sent.
The stroll continued as I gathered
All the jewels that I could hold
I then compared them to His riches
Of a flawless... "Gift of Gold"...
~ Chris Zambernard
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