The Giver

In a world so cold, where hearts can be so blind,

I choose to give, to spread love divine.

People take and take, never looking back,

But I keep on giving, never keeping track.

They take from my hands, right before my eyes,

But I see through their pain, their silent cries.

For in giving, I find my true grace,

In every act of love, I see God’s face.

Through the trials and the tears,

Through the heartache and the fears,

I will give, I will shine,

For in giving, I find the divine.

I am a giver, spreading God’s love,

Even when they steal, I rise above.

They want and want, but never give back,

Still, I give, never off track.

So I’ll keep on giving, through the darkest night,

Spreading God’s love, shining His light.

For in every act of kindness, in every gentle touch,

I find my purpose, I find so much.