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The Power of Giving

Oh holy Lord, surely I'm no great helper to mankind,
Just one of many humble souls standing in line
with fleshly hands open so the wind of Thy spirit
will come and take Thy goodness
       to the hungry…the poor…the blind
What is man that he should receive such goodness
       out of the mercy of Thy grace?
Powerful light too high for angels…
          hide his face,
Shouting, “Holy is the Lord God,”
Yet he holds such a one as I in his heart
     that I should see good days
A glimpse of his goodness, I taste
He spoils the iris in my eyes
 from the fruits of his hands
     pouring out his skies

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Robert Anthony James


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The Power of Giving