The Gifts

The path began to narrow
Michael gave a crooked smile
And there beneath the ancient oaks
He stopped to rest awhile
And as he played a lofty tune
Reflecting on his past
The answers to his questions
Were revealed to him at last
The gifts we take for granted
Are the tools that God has shared
The leverage we’ve needed
For the burdens that we’ve dared
The Piper’s tears began to fall
From eyes no longer blind
The help he often prayed for
Had been given all the time
So there beneath the ancient oaks
Along the path he’d taken
He played a song of praises
For the gifts that he’d forsaken
And once upon his way again
His load felt somewhat lighter
He smiled another crooked smile
The future looked much brighter

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