I Come to the Garden
Alone

God, open my eyes so I may see
And feel Your presence close to me
Give me strength for my stumbling feet
As I battle the crowd on life's busy street,
And widen the vision of my unseeing eyes,
So in passing faces I'll recognize
Not just a stranger, unloved and unknown,
But a friend with a heart that is much
like my own.
Give me perception to make me aware
That scattered profusely on life's thoroughfare
Are the best gifts of God that we daily pass by
As we look at the world with an unseeing eye.

http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Parc/8295/inthegarden.html

To be rich in friends is to be poor in nothing.

Lillian Whiting

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