Love


Designed and created by God himself
More valuable than gold or wealth
Not meant to be kept, all to one's self,
It was meant to be given away

Made by God to be true and pure
For many problems, love is the cure
One thing about love, and that's for sure:
It is meant to be given away

Plant love seeds and watch them grow
The more you plant, the more it shows
The more you plant, the more you know
It's meant to be given away

There is no limit, it knows all places
White or black, it's for all the races
It puts a smile on unlimited faces
It's meant to be given away

Could this be God's master plan?
To cover the earth, and all of the land
To love every woman, child and man
Maybe someday we'll all understand
Love has to be given away

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