Mornings are made for sleeping in,
Unless they come in gold;
And those are made for getting up
Before the day grows oldTo gather all the molten light
Your joyful heart can hold!
Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
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