Saying hi to animals,
Always glad for each new day,
Even chasing little one's nightmares
     oh so far away.

It's not about kissing babies,
Or shaking everyone's hand,
Or even promising yonder moon
     just to beat the band.

Singing songs to flowers,
Ever full is your loving cup,
Always at the ready for a:
     "Papa pick me up!"

It's because we're supposed to,
And truly, for the least of these,
It matters only and only again,
     He's the one to please.
 

Matthew. 25:36-40
James 1:27
 
 
 

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