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| (When my husband was laid off
work, |
| our church delivered an |
| abundance of groceries.) |
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| One little girl wants to thank you |
| For making her small heart glad |
| With the lonely red shoes you gave her |
| To replace the worn out ones she had. |
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| Two little girls riding bikes |
| Too young yet to go to school |
| But old enough to understand |
| The meaning of the Golden Rule. |
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| Three fellows carrying bundles and bags |
| To load them into the car |
| Whose task was made lighter and easier |
| By the wonderful people you are. |
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| Four boys trying to tell you |
| How very happy and proud |
| They are to know they belong |
| To such a wonderful crowd. |
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| Five little girls munching cookies |
| By someone so kindly included |
| Assure you your gifts were all welcome |
| In case you felt you intruded. |
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| Six pairs of hands worked so busily |
| Unpacking and putting away |
| All the wonderful gifts and goodies |
| You so lovingly sent our way. |
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| Seven children off to school |
| To learn to read and spell |
| Have learned the value of a friend |
| From those of you we love so well. |
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| Eight pairs of eyes all closed in prayer |
| To give thanks 'ere they lift a fork |
| But who is missing? Why, Paul, of course |
| He's already gone to work. |
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| Nine precious children tucked in bed |
| Having finished their work and play |
| Knowing the Father watches from above |
| As He cared for them all day. |
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| Ten people look to me each day |
| For clean clothing, comfort, and food |
| Nor let me grumble nor fuss, I pray |
| But rejoice that our Lord is so good. |
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| God's Word has told us deeds like these |
| Have their reward in Heaven |
| But please accept a heart-felt thanks |
| From the Sutherland Eleven. |
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| But wait! for there is still one more |
| Whose thoughts go out to you |
| It is Grandma who mends, and advises, and
prays |
| And wishes to thank you, too. |
