THAT BETTER PART

I Thought of how the Master preached the truth.Of how he healed the sick and raised the dead.And of the multitude within the desertHe sent not out, but brake and gave them bread.

How great his love. I thought. How poor is mine!I felt like weeping for my barren soul:Then I recalled that all of Love is hereWhich he expressed, to heal and make men whole.

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