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Instrument of Joy to People

Holy God and true God
You became all things to all people
Even to your enemies
You treat them with kindness

Who am I but an instrument
To my creator
May I radiate joy
Whereever I be

Through my joy and mood
May I put similes on people’s faces
My conversation to people
Drive away their sorrows

May my love be more for the poor
Then for the rich.

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