My Dreams
My dreams I give to you Lord,
Them I will not hoard,
My dreams, thoughts, and talents too,
I give them all to you.
What you do with them,
I'll count it as a gem,
A more than costly jewel,
Used, just for you.
Should you take them all away,
I'll thank you Lord for whenst thou gavest me use of them every day.
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