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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
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