©2010 David Moody
I never prayed
Not like this before
I always stayed
A safe distance from your door
I never paid
If I could get in for free
I always strayed
From where you wanted me to be
But I’d never trade a single treasure
You left for me
Under the tree
I never knew
How I appear to you
There is no love
That compares to being near to you
I often wonder
I wonder if you’re here with me
I feel the thunder
The blue sky is all I see
And I’d never trade a single treasure
You left for me
Under the tree
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This one speaks to me. I actually found some "treasures" under the tree in our front yard the other day. They weren't left there specifically for me, but I love finding things. They become treasures, simply because they are a surprise and a gift. Rosemary
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