Silver Boxes

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Silver Boxes
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>My words were harsh and hasty
>And they came without a thought.
>Then I saw the pain and anguish
>That my bitter words had brought.
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>Bitter words that I had spoken
>Made me think back through the past;
>Of how many times I'd uttered
>Biting words whose pain would last.
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>Then I wondered of the people
>I had hurt by things I'd said;
>All the ones I had discouraged
>When I didn't use my head.
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>Then I thought about my own life,
>Of painful words I've heard;
>And of the times I'd been discouraged
>By a sharp and cruel word.
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>And now clearly I remember
>All the things I might have done;
>But, by a word I was discouraged
>And they never were begun.
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>Lord, help my words be silver boxes,
>neatly wrapped up with a bow;
>That I give to all so freely,
>As through each day I gladly go.
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>Silver Boxes full of treasure,
>Precious gifts from God above;
>That all the people I encounter
>Might have a box of God's own love.
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>                        Michael Bright
>                        1989

I sent this poem to Sister Rachel and she suggested it might be an appropriate time to send it to the list.

I found it in a Book entitled "Silver Boxes the gift of encouragement"

I believe it is time to lay the swords down and reach out the hand of love.

Bro. Dudley