Love is all there is. It makes the world go round.
Love so simple and love so profound.
But the passing and the way
the crossing and the stay
makes the work and the play
so meaningful every day.
The worth is not in the weight
of the silver and the gold.
And how grand is the plate
that is passed and not sold.
How simple is life when we
are not so bold as to ask
How beautiful is life
when we see to the task
How does the Maker see us
before we were and the middle and the end
He was with us
before we began.
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