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When the sun shines in the morning, it brings bright shadows into the room through the blind slats. I stand on the front deck with a cup of coffee, The warmth penetrates the soles of my bare feet And every breath becomes soul-filled with the Son. My morning has become a prayer... Always of thanksgiving. |
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Good Morning,God:
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