One Coin Lost
True love gained, then lost,
at what price, at what cost;
in my pocket, a precious coin,
price too great, to rejoin;
questions rise, hopes dash and fall,
blessings abound, trusting His all in all;
little words, cause grand smiles,
which carry me on, over many miles;
thank you Father, for your grace,
recovering that coin, a smiling face;
these days we hug, hours we kiss,
that lost coin, no longer I miss.
©2006 Randolph D. Brown Jr.
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