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It’s not the alarm that gets me up,
Nor the breeze blowing my way,
As I slowly push my blankets aside,
To pray that my day is okay.
It’s not the shower I turn icy cold,
Sadly searching, yet finding nothing
In a long journey of sorrow
Sadly waiting, for truly nothing as endless days pass us by.
Lost in darkness, we weep sorrowful cries
Man cannot live without oxygen,
Nor can fish without its water; And if
No parent is present,
Can there be a son or daughter?
The moon, the sun, the stars and sky--
Are Fathered by a Maker:
I am a Christian.I am a follower
of the one
and only Christ I will proclaim
His glory from the