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Show Life's Precious Gift By Richard Conover Isn't it strange how prone we are To just sit back and gaze at a star, And take for granted the things that are done By those we love, those friendly one's, Who go out of their way to always be nice,' And who think than the best just won't suffice For their friends. And we accept of their friendly deeds, Never thinking they may be in need Of a kindly word and a song of cheer, To help them cling to things most dear. If only we would give more of our time, To help make this life more sublime; To ease the load, help light the way, To a great, a grand, a more glorious day. How happy we'd be as we go along, If we'd drop a kind word, a smile, or a song. A friendly greeting means so much, It's a way of creating that human touch. As we travel together the road of life, Filled with such sorrow and toil and strife. We would keep that commandment that Jesus gave, When God sent Him to earth our souls to save; "That ye love one another as I love you," It's such a grand thing to be asked to do. What a host of friends we would some day meet, As we gathered around the judgment seat, And God would preside in eternal glory, Telling again that wondrous story; Of the plan of salvation given to man, To do the best with his time that he can. Of the straight and narrow path to pursue, That lead to glory for me and you. Then would we know as the story was told, Life's most precious gifts are the friendships we hold. |