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There is plenty.
You don't think you have anything to give,
You have plenty.
Not pretty enough, not rich enough?
Life a bit down, making it rough?
Feel in your heart, you just can't go on?
This is the year of twelve - twenty
There is plenty.
Open your heart to a new dawn.
Do you look around and see devistation?
Hatred in numbers, a gross accumulation?
Do you wallow in doubt, fear and frustration?
Rise above yourself, you'll find jubilation.
There is plenty.
Enough to go 'round
You are your own creator, your own cognoscenti
Eliminate the moaning, and whining selfish sound.
Plenty. THINK Plenty!
The judgments, the trials
the calculations and rivals.
The comparison to Harrison,
and all his beguiles.
You have it too, I know you do
The creator is abundantly,
Living inside you.
Think greater than yourself,
Look for every little blessing;
From the sand beneath your feet,
to the Turkey and his Dressing.
It's the little things that count,
When you add them up, they begin to surmount
The miracles and wonders, will pour from above
from within you, you will feel the Love.
