You woke me up again today,
Thank You, Lord, for that gift.
Thank You, Lord, for that gift.
Thank You, Lord, for that gift.
Thank You, Lord, for that gift.
Thank You, Lord, for that gift.
Thank You, Lord, for that gift.
But still my thanks, I lift.
For little things become big things.
When lost, they cause a rift
That turns my peace to anxious fear
As my world goes adrift.
Thank You, Lord, for that gift.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or
shadow due to change.
Wednesday, June 3, 2026
To See And Understand
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