Doing My Part

Doing My Part prose poem

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The sweetest song has yet to be sung
The best sermon has not been preached
The greatest speech has not been spoken

The loudest noise has not been heard
The highest praise has not been raised

The prettiest sights have yet to be seen
The choicest silver has not been found
The finest of gold has not been dug

The bravest heroes are still to come
The purest human has already graced this place
Someday we all shall stand before him face to face

Has your life’s purpose been revealed?
Is your ultimate mission being fulfilled?
Is there a hurt inside longing to be healed?

The stage of the world is set for everyone, plus you and me
The real roles are not about they and them, but us and we
The world is pleading for peace, and longing to be set free

Doing what’s important is sometimes hard
It’s getting late, but now is the best time to start
The moment of truth has arrived, when we do our part

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Archana Kaul
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I love the fact that there is so much hope in this poem…its uplifting and reassuring.

Preeti
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If every person thinks of his/her contribution towards the betterment of the world, it would be a much, much better place:)

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