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Morning Praise . . .
In every day's awakening to your side each morn I fly
To thank you for the morning and for the bright blue sky
I ask your blessings from above and in each pleasure small,
O Lord of Heaven, God of love I thank you for them all.
On Sunday morn I think of you exalted there on high
With angels round attending you, your name they glorify
Yet all of this you set aside and left your place above
To come to earth a helpless babe to show the world your love
Monday morning I lift my praise and recall the things you've done
How you healed the sick, brought sight to blind eyes and told of the
kingdom to come
But your own would not receive you they did not know their King
A wondering stranger because of love and this because of me
When Tuesday comes my thoughts arise to your great sacrifice
The suffering that I deserved you took to be your own
Oh Son of God my pain you bore and solely out of love
For no one made you leave your throne you came here from above
Though clouds above are dark and thick be the morning dew
Even still, on Wednesday my thanks I give to you
For on that cross you gave your life a perfect sacrifice
As a lamb to the slaughter you paid the victim's price
Thursday comes in glorious light as the darkness fades away
Death and hell were conquered that great and marvelous day
I recall the words that you had said how your body would not see decay
For that third day your glory shone when you rose up from the dead
On Friday I consider that day you were lifted from this earth
No longer bond in human form your mission was now achieved
And yet you did not leave us here alone to face the world
For when you left your Spirit came to reveal to us your word
Saturday's tasks await me as I kneel down to pray
But I make light the situations that will come my way today
With hope I face the morning and with a smile I approach the day
For soon the sky shall open wide on the day of your returning
And though days be turned to weeks and weeks to months and years
Though life pass by so swiftly with all it's toils and tears
One day this earth at last I'll leave and then in Heaven my God I'll see
There I'll thank Him for His grace and His deep, deep love for me
by Kelsey Konrad
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