Significance....

To contemplate,
To think,
To consider, 
my significance is absurd.

6 billion souls and more,
I would be insolent,
I would be arrogant,
to even think of myself as significant.

Significance...
Cannot be bought,
Cannot be earned,
can only be given by others.

To give significance,
To those around you,
Is the best gift you can give,
a gift from the very heart.

But the greatest gift,
A soul can give,
Is to give significance,
to Him who holds my life in His hands.... :-)

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