  Abide in the Father, Who dwells high above; There you will find, The secret to His love. Love is so patient, And kindness is what's known; Love believes and endures, And doesn't turn to stone. Love is soft and caressing, Like an angel's feather; It isn't rough or tough, or made of any leather. Love is the secret, To a giving heart; It feeds the poor, And will never once depart. Rejoice in the truth, and say it with love; It dwells from within, And come from above. Copyright ©2000 Brenda Atkinson McMahon All Rights Reserved   
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