Catholic Singles

A Little Bit Of Land
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> A little bit of land is all I ask. Just a small place to call my own, where I can put down roots, so deep that great-grandchildren still will call it home. Is it so much to ask? a lane of trees, bringing birdsong and colored leaves, sweet lilacs holding the lawn. Tulips, and yellow daffodil, spattered up and down the cellar hill, sweet gurgling brook, fresh and cool and a shy sweet deer.
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> Oh aching heart, hungry soul, what little bit to make a grateful whole. Is there no spot in all this universe? a little valley, with a cabin home, a bit of garden I can call my own. I would not bruise the land, or tear it apart, but keep it beating with a happy heart.
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> Each bit of soil, which God had surely blessed, would be a cozy home for seeds to rest and grow comforting all men with fruit and shade and food for every soul.
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> A little bit of land, to call my own within its small confines, a loving home, and fertile soil, no matter the toil, I would be so grateful if God would take a little chance on me and give me a small plot of lonely sod, that needs a gentle hand and God.