I sing a Songs of Praise to God every morning I wake;
I shout Songs of Praise to Christ each night before I sleep;
I turn my eyes to you Lord as I feel Your presence;
I sing Songs of Praise knowing that you are with me always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Mornings I think if my friends and loved ones hoping they are safe from Covid, evenings I think of our poor planet, the species becoming extinct due to climate change and how little the people living in rich countries do for the poor in the world.