Once I had a Truck!

 
     Take my hand
 
          Won’t you?
 
     There is a reason for my asking
 
               This is the way of it, today
 
~
 
Once I had a truck

     A red truck

           It was my favourite one
 
I put is somewhere
     For safe keeping
 
          You know what I’m going to say….
 
               Why is that?
                    Why do we do that? ~
 
We find something precious
     And we hide it away
          From whom,
               If not ourselves?
 
Losing it is then a constant heartache
     A constant reminder
          That we can hold something dearly
     In our hearts
          And yet still hold it just out of reach
               Even from ourselves!
 
We keep that which we love
     Out of reach
          As though we’re doing ourselves a favour
 
     How mindlessly simple we are
               Don’t you agree?
 
Take it out!
     Take it out from behind the fireside bricks
 
     Hold it next to your heart
          And be glad of it
 
Be grateful for it
     Love it,
          And don’t let go
 
It wasn’t just a red fire truck
     It was faith
          And truth
               And glory!
 
It was strength
     And adventure
          And the beauty of me!
     Waiting to be held up
               To the height of the world!
 
          Let it shine!
 
                    I’d like to share that
 
~
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