Beckoning, reckoning, reaching into my heart…
Filling it with Joy:
the quiet laughter of a child,
a wind that blows,
soft and mild,
a song from the magpie
in yonder pine tree,
a phone call,
a note, a moment with Thee.
These are some of the many treasures
I gather at the end of the day.
Beckoning, reckoning, reaching into my heart…
Filling it with Joy.
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