He places in my erring hand
A very precious prize
A gift invisible yet grand
Before my wondering eyes
Oh, what a valued gift He gives
This miracle I’ve tasted
As He sees and yet forgives
His other gifts I’ve wasted
In mercy and in tender love
Soft as a butter-fly
A whisper from the clouds above
Or breezes drifting by
He reaches to me where I stand
Like a breath from Heaven
And places in my humble hands
Another precious moment
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Janet Martin
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