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An Instrument of Cheer
A rosebush yields many buds in the Springtime,
Then each becomes a lovely bloom
Bringing much joy and cheer to the passersby,
And brightens up a gloomy room.
We can be like a lovely rose in full bloom
And be an instrument of cheer
To those poor souls who need a kind word or deed
And a Christ-loving atmosphere.
by Louella B. Hoard
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