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John 3: 16

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

There was an old box in the attic,
Neath dust and all kinds of things,
So I opened it up found a bundle of letters,
Done up in a very fine string.

I undone them with care not knowing what was there,
Then took out one to start looking,
It was written by a man to the woman he loved,
Such feeling in all of the words.

His love was so deep,
The lines made me weep,
Whose letters were here,
In my attic.

Each line was romantic with words of true love,
They spoke of the passion in the bed,
We think we are clever because we’re getting old,
Yet younger people can beat us.

With things in the brain untold,
They know about computers,
All taught to them in school,
They add on calculators so they don’t look a fool.

But take away the modern things,
Without them they’d be lost,
They couldn’t add up three and three so they would count the cost,
God gave us all a brain to use and make our skills to work