My GIFT
I have a gift to give away, it’s there for anyone;
This humble gift, though plain as rain, sparkles in the sun.
What is this prize, this jewel rare, so precious yet it's free?
It's all I was . . . and all I am . . . and all I'll ever be.
I have a gift to give away, it’s there for anyone;
This humble gift, though plain as rain, sparkles in the sun.
What is this prize, this jewel rare, so precious yet it's free?
It's all I was . . . and all I am . . . and all I'll ever be.
William Fortner 1993
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