BENEFACTOR

[verseode]

               

         Priceless treasures wait for those
         Who seek the benefactor
         We must put some effort in
         And not just be an actor
         For when we finally get fed up
         With striving to be good
         Then we release our Spirit man
         Into our hearts of wood
         Which delicately need a prune
         Of all that's dead and rotten
         Those hurts and fears from former years
         That may have been forgotten
         Our selfishness, our sense of pride
         Must be replaced by love
         Which only Jesus can supply
         His hand inside our glove.