The Gift Of Love
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Author: Craig Bennett Though I may speak with bravest file And have the gift to all inspire And have not love, my words are vain As sounding brass and hopeless gain Though I may give all I posess And striving so my love profess But not be giv'n by love within The profit soon, turns strangely thin Come Spirit come, our hearts control Our spirits long to be made whole Let inward love guide every deed By this we worship and are freed. |
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