A Gift

Bob Fabing, SJ

Gather all your thoughts, gather all your dreams
And lift them high from farflung corner scenes.
Gather all your fears, Gather all your tears
And lift them high like newly growing trees.

Gather all your falls, gather all your walls
And lift them high before all eyes to see.
Gather all your smiles, love and your needs.

Gather all the noise, gather all your joys
And bring them as the rising sun the day.
Gather joyfully, He Himself will pray.

I prepare a gift to give, Prepare a gift to give.

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