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By My Window | ||
| Often I sit by my window and pray, Praising the Lord for each wonderful day. Every new day is a gift from above. I try to fill it with kindness and love. Often I sit by my window and pray, Asking my Savior to show me the way. When there are different choices to make He shows me clearly which path I should take. Often I sit by my window and pray, Knowing He'll listen, whatever I say, Asking His blessing for those near and far, Trusting His love that's as firm as a star. | ||
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