a Poem to Grateful

If I stop and think of How my Life is Freely given to me. I don’t know how to earn it, I don’t know of it being bought or earned. I’m Freely here, and I don’t know when its going to end.

And how valuable this is. How divine, gratefulness naturally arises

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