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The Sound of Morning


Pity the morn that cant be praised
or a flower that cant be seen
open your heart to the morning sound
of our Father, our mighty King

Give me the strength for another day-
to cherish all in His glory
Give me the words to praise His name-
as we all relive His story

Precious is our time that
we spend with Him
Each moment blessed by His grace
Give us the joy of forever more
As we strive for His heavenly place


By bubby

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