WEARY HEART

Thy heart was weary and in need of rest As it beckoned for a warm, gentle ear Mine was but one that heard thy lonely cry And prays thy heart will know tis welcome here Copyright ©1998 Susan Stevens

VANITY

Thou hast a gift far beyond my talents I beseech thee, accept my sincere praise And when I speak in a humble manner Turn not thy face as though I seek in kind I seek neither approval nor distain But only that my words be considered For there is no reward in speaking truth If thine ears lie and call it vanity Copyright ©1998 Susan Stevens

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