Every morning I wake to pray
Thank you Father for this
Beautiful day you've given me
Help me to make of it
Something worthy of your love
In all I do and say
And though I know he's occupied
With more important cosmic things
Hurrying through the darkness
Continually unfolding beings
I know he hears me
I feel him here inside
Has he not trusted me
With his only child
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