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Morning | ||
| Morning rides up like a wave, Telling us we'd best behave. Darkness flies in face of light. Slowly now becoming bright. Birds and flowers greet the day, Glad the sun has come their way. Morning is God's gift anew Every day for me and you. Let us praise His holy name. He will always be the same. Let us sing a grateful song That the morning came along. | ||
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