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Morning | ||
| Sunshine streams in through the door, Cheering well the faintest heart. Surely goodness lies in store. With God's grace, we'll do our part. Life is made of hills and dales; Nothing's always flat and straight. Gentle breezes turn to gales. One must learn to watch and wait. Morning ends the darkest night; What a joy to see it come. If we seek to do the right We God's children will become. | ||
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