The Gift © Donna Rae Lands-February 6th, 2021
Gifts from the heart surely tear thee apart.
Nothing in return but the courts did adjourn.
Read thee all wrong written in a psalm.
Used, abused and thrown into the trash.
Done and gone in a fiery flash.
Gifts from the heart surely tear thee apart.
Oh yes ma’am-gave thee priceless jam.
What fools when they break all the rules?
Who said, "The world is fair"?
Does one seek or does one dare?
Read thee all wrong written in a psalm.
Is it the motion floating over the swirling blue ocean?
Never blacken our conscience of commonsense for all our offense.
In the state of grace, no love is greater than love of the first place.
It was a hat on the rack of an empty fairy tale.
The hurricane landed all the same for the disabled and for the lame.
Gifts from the heart surely tear thee apart.
There were money changers and gun toting rangers.
A committed crime writing dumbass rhymes.
Read thee all wrong written in a psalm.
Played and rolled as a stupid soul.
It was a rope of loving beads planting all the seeds of all their pathetic misdeeds.
Gifts from the heart surely tear thee apart.
Read thee all wrong written in a psalm.
If you could, do well like good people should.
In the state of grace, no love is greater than love of the first place.
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