Now most of you don't know me.
Even if I showed you the real me.
Would you take the time to open me up and look inside.
You see we are all a gift in this life.
Some of us feel like presents unopened, discarded or unwanted.
But in reality we just haven't found our destination.
Undelivered along the way.
We will all be someone's gift someday.
Lost in the mail.
Left on a porch.
Don't give up hope.
You will hold the torch.
You will find the way.
Left in the rain.
Damaged and thrown away.
Soaked in pain.
Don't give up on today.
Refuse to be left under the tree.
There will come a day.
When deliverance comes to you and me.
©budmac38
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