The Present…by Cliff

 

He had a box that he called his own
A strange comfort when ever he felt
Alone

But then one day he put that box aside
In doing that he gave up his pride
And
My oh my to his suprise
What he could see with his own eyes

The beautiful gift of life,
The beautiful gift of time,
And
The beautiful gift of love,
All priceless gifts from God above

He left that box sometime ago
Now he’s here singing this ol song
Beautiful life, and time, and love
All priceless gifts from God above

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