Every soul needs to be cherished,
yearning for some loving praise.
Like a blossom needing sunshine,
bending towards warming rays.
Gentle words withheld by loved ones,
joy and laughter lost in stress.
Tears will keep the heart from singing,
gone are seeds of tenderness.
To much stuff in our possession,
brings anxiety and strife;
when our wants exceed our needing,
stuff will complicate our life.
Loving Peace and Joy abundant,
freely granted by our Lord.
Love ‘s the fruit born from thanksgiving,
or—–it’s just another word.