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The Gift

by Debra Brent © 2020

I heed the whispers of a new morn
Three songbirds perched high on a tree,
Singing a hymn of His undying love
Sent down from the heavens to me.

While everyone else lay in slumber
This time spent is solely with Him,
A bond I share with not another
Til my heart is full up to the brim.

Only then will I begin to translate
That of which those three birdies did croon,
An article, post or the rarified poem
All of which send me over the moon.

For each time I fillet my heart open
Words flow down on paper with ease,
Through this gift I can share of His message
Penned out for the whole world to see.

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