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| Glen and Dusty at home in Burk's Falls |
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Cast Your Bread
by Glen Reid
Cast your bread, upon the waters
You’ll not reap, just what you sew
If you want love, you must give love
Your reward, will be ten fold
Oh the sweetest thrill, is the gift of giving
And a gift of love, stands well with time
Trusting as, a true companion
Or a mother’s love, shared with her child
Love is trust, of the little children
And compassion, for the weak
Love is faith, of our fathers
And the blessing, to the meak
Oh the rich man smiles, down from his mansion
On the other side, he’ll want a home
He’ll be the richest man, there in the graveyard
But the gates of heaven's aren’t paved with gold
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