to praise
The splendor of ripe fruit |
the wonder of a wrinkled leaf
the freedom to see
to feel
to breath
to know hope
and even to know grief.
Teach my lips blessing
song
and praise
when You renew Your time
each night
each dawn
so that my days will not repeat my yesterdays
to save my life from mere routine
of all days gone.
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