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Eyes Of The Beholder/Gift of
Love
Each flower was artfully
arranged
with thoughtful loving care.
The lilies and fern were
placed just
so and with attempted flair.
Feeling this was her
masterpiece
her heart puffed with pride.
Then through the open door
His slave walked inside.
Grasping so tightly in her
little fist
a spray of wild flowers.
"Master, girl picked these
just for You."
reaching her hand out to
Him,
looking at what He had
always thought as weeds,
tears filled His eyes.
lowering her eyes, speaking
in a soft whisper
"Why are you crying,
Master?" has
girl done
something
to displease You Master?"
"No, My slave, You have not
done nothing wrong,
But, you have shown your
Master
That in all things are a
gift of, love"
Holding the flowers to His
heart, looking at
His slave with love filled
eyes,
with all of her Love for You
always
secret_MS
3/25/05
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