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Words said, often thought to be in vain,
Echo through my mind again and again.
Words of love, encouragement and correction,
Still lending light, hope and direction.
Words shine upon the narrow way,
We must continue to walk each day.
Words brought to remembrance one by one,
Words of wisdom handed down from father to son.
Words that were accepted and some denied,
Yet I am greatful, out of love they were applied.
Words spoken both then and now,
Make me what I am and show me how.
Words cannot express my gratitude or elation,
So I’ll just hand them down to the next generation.
 
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