I'm getting in the Christmas spirit. There are so many wonderful gifts in this life, but I think the most precious is the everlasting.
At the end of the day
All that really matters is how we make our own way
The sorrow and the weeping
Find their place to stay
Our Father in the heavens
He carries on His shoulders
All the borrowed burdens
Sent along by others
And when we kneel in silence
Falling like a sparrow
He hears and grips the heart
For an everlasting ‘morrow
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