Two hands exchanging a black paper heart on a light gray background.

“The Giver”

There is Someone

Flows through me,

Feeds my spirit

Sets me free.

Guides me gently

Through the night,

Until the early

Morning light.

Teaches greatly,

Makes me whole;

Moves me onward

Toward my role.

So I wonder

Who it is;

Makes my spirit

Want to live.

But not just live,

To be alive,

The Giver wants me

To greatly thrive.

My soul surrenders,

I let it go;

And the Giver

Makes it so.

Growth abundant,

Endless life;

Free from worry,

End of strife.

The Giver saves me,

Holds me tight;

Keeps me safely,

Gives me light.

The Giver’s Spirit

Moves through me,

Makes me hopeful

Faithfully.

Restores my life

With grandeur pure,

And fills my spirit

Evermore.

—-SLB(2021)