Not in the clink of coins alone,
Nor in the hands that give a stone
Charity breathes where hearts ignite,
A flame that turns the dark to light.
It speaks no boast, it seeks no praise,
It walks in quiet, hidden ways.
It lifts the fallen, feeds the weak,
And finds the words the silent speak.
It is the thread in beggar’s cloak,
The balm on wounds that pride once broke.
It is the tear a stranger dries,
The food that multiplies and flies.
No law can bind it, none restrain
The grace that flows from others’ pain.
For Charity is love in deed,
A soul that answers every need.
It asks not why, nor who, nor when,
It heals the hearts of broken men.
The gold it gives is not of earth
But kindness, courage, hope, and worth.
Give and let your giving glow
In secret streams the world may never know.
For what you give in love, lives on
A light long after you are gone.
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