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PRICELESS

A ragged beggar at his feet,
My hands held out, empty
If not for my desire, I would go
Unworthy, needing mercy
Undeserving, needing grace
All I am and have I give
Nothing more to offer
Priceless, He says, worth a life
And He gave His

© 2006 Rita L. Betti

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