Poetry

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Like crowns in my hands
Or treasures so sweet;
These are the trophies
I lay at your feet.

Each is a token
Presented to You
Of honor and glory
And blessing that’s due.

You are the reason
For the songs that I sing.
May they bring you pleasure,
My God and my King.

You’re worthy of honor;
Worthy of praise.
Each moment’s a blessing;
A gift of Your grace.

You love me in spite of
My falling so short.
You ask me to hold on
To Your good report.

How can I thank you?
The words are so bare
For my heart’s filled with love
Just to know that You care.

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My life would be empty.
I could not go on.
For you are my strength,
My joy and my song.

Diane Sample

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