Some simple thing to fill my soul.
A cloud with flecks of golden blue
A bird's sweet anthem from the knoll.
A coral vine upon the wall,
A soothing, singing, long-leaf pine,
Some hickory nuts from the pasture lane,
Some scuppernongs like purple wine.
I pray each day for some small gift,
Yet knowing life, there must be pain,
But daily gifts of little things,
Are like the sunshine after rain.
Grant me wisdom to do right,
Give honest work for honest pay,
And 'fore I fall asleep each night,
Give thanks for gifts received each day.
- UNKNOWN
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