Some days I just can’t find a praise,
My mind is all worn out.
I think this is one of those days,
In fact, I have no doubt!
The words don’t seem to form themselves
Into a reasoned thought,
They seem to be frayed at the ends
And somewhat overwrought.
The only words that seem to say
What I would like them to,
Are, “Thank You, Lord, for loving me”
And, “Lord, I love You, too!”
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