Morning Glory

thoughts about blessings bestowed upon me

My soul sings to the glory of the morning.

My heart is glad to begin the day.

Each day He gives me is a blessing,

As I travel down life's highway.

I thank Him daily  for all He has given...

And I pray He protects those whom I love.

To do as He wishes I have striven

And I try to shine like His Son above!

The End

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