When her last feather
     falls,
Even the flamingo
     has reason
          to give thanks.

When the long day
     is done,
Every man and woman
     have reason
          to give thanks.

Even in the darkest part of day,
When all has been stripped away,
When there is nothing left to say,
Be still and listen true 
And you'll hear God whisper:
"I love you."

1 Thessalonians 5:18

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