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Early Rising | ||
| It's rare for me to rise so soon. I almost still can see the moon. It's hard to guess the sun's intent. I'm not quite sure just where it went. I trust the day will pleasant be, And plan to dress accordingly. I live on faith that God will care And answer every heartfelt prayer. I trust each day the sun will rise To clear the clouds around the skies. But if perchance it hides its face, I know it still is in its place. | ||
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