Giving

Love is a mysterious thing,
it comes and goes, it always is
Like a blooming flower in the spring,
it waits, it dances and it sings

Sometimes it faces sorrow and pain,
like a living substance in the rain.
With divine power it delights to live
in hearts of those who choose to give.

Giving is a loving duty,
fragranced in it's very beauty.
Always there in every place,
she waits to serve and fill a space.

So let us give to win a friend,
who will stay with you to the very end.
The Lord is loving, he is fair,
he showed me how to give and share.

Höfundur: Guðbjörg Sigurðardóttir