Blessed are they, who have earned their
wings,
Who, together with the blackbird, croons
& sings,
Blessed are they, who to the new-born,
stoops & coos,
Who, to the lonely, old & dying,
whispers & soothes.
Blessed are they, who are not shamed to
show they care,
Who show the needy, that for them, they´d
always be there,
Blessed are they, who bestow on the sad,
ready sweet smiles,
Who are always willing, to walk for you,
those extra long miles.
Blessed are they, who offer a shoulder to
cry on, a hand, an arm,
Who wipes away tears, strokes away pain
& protects from harm,
Blessed are they, who earnestly pray &
show honest true love,
Who ask, not for themselves, only for others,
to those up above.
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