Every Story Has a Life

  

 

Every life has a story, and every story has a life;

though one passes on, the story here survives.

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So, what is to become of ones' story remains...

these gifts of life, they’re all one and the same?

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And how can they thrive unless someone shares?

As I pondered these things, it became quite clear.

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No mystery here to solve, the answers are within;

we’re called to be a witness and share before men.

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With eyes wide-open, to this truth buried deep;

suddenly I could see all the gifts He placed in me.

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Stories to share, we're like diamonds in the sand;

embedded in my heart, and power in my hand.

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Dare I keep them to myself less fate fails to unfold?

Like candles unkindled, remain stories untold.

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Unbridle the blessings! Cast fear to the wind!

Life dwells in each story, with healing to no end.

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So nest awhile dear ones, for the time is not long;

soon your story shared, will break forth a newsong!