Give Our Ceator the Praise
Rise up in the early morning
gaze upon the foggy skies
wish you were high above those big white fluffy clouds
then suddenly realize the comfort in even greyish days
When the sun shines through
the changes that were made
your heart says offer to creation
and give our Creator the praise
Yes, praise for all the good things-whatever food,
friends and family that you have
Maybe those faithless days were just a greyish haze
In everything it semms that we must remember
and give our Creator the praise
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