The bee moves quickly, bloom to bloom,
Collecting, as it goes,The pollen that each blossom needs
To help their new blooms grow.
I’m want to be like that small bee,
And gather joy each day,
That I can then share with the world
That I pass on my way.
To gather love and give it back,
To share joy, is a gift.
And there are those who need them both
To give their hearts a lift.
So let me be as busy, Lord,
As that small, golden bee,
For there are “blossoms” everywhere
Who need a bee like me.
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