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What will I do for the Master today?
Will I uphold Him in all of my ways?
Will I take time to pray, as He said;
Or am I too busy with others, instead?
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I can talk to Jesus, He’s my dearest friend;
No matter if others forsake me,
He’ll be with me ‘til the end.
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You were my first, and only, love
A special gift from our Father above;
A greater love than ours intertwined
Our heart, our soul, our being, our mind;
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As seasons of life took their toll
And months slowly turned into years
My once strong, caring mother
Became bent from her toil and her care.
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In the mid Twentieth Century in May I was born
A timid child dependent on parents and home;
From a one-room school with family and friends
To a world of amazement, beginning to end.
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