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.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
My Bouquet
A little bouquet of blessings
You gave to me today, For all the things that could go wrong Instead went the right way. The little blossoms of delight And, dare I say, relief, Reminded me that I am loved Beyond due or belief.
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