The poem:
How did you find my gifts, So intent on hiding? When did you hear the song I wished to sing? Where did you see my star O ear so sure, My heart swells with joy, and |
A carver strips the outer bark, while Seeing to the heart; A cutter chips the stones so hard to Uncover works of art. How did your reach encounter that I sing, I sing with joy, a A carver and a cutter, |
To find the gifts in others,
Our never-ending task.
( dur: 4:00″ )
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