Life is precious,
No need to refine,
For it is a gift given to all,
But it was not your gift to give,
So why do we abuse it?
Should we not use it to worship the One who gave it?
Or to serve His creation, those he made with His own hands?
Yes at times it becomes hard to press on,
But He is there to help,
For we are more precious then gold,
He sees all,
He clothes the flowers with petals,
Feeds the birds with grain,
And even bathes the planet in warmth and light,
You cannot say a soul is worth less then those,
So do not worry about tomorrow,
Nor let the troubles of today wear you down,
For be grateful that you breathe,
Be grateful . . . for Him.
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