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Awakening
When
I
arise
each
morning,
Lord,
I
cannot
help
but
see
The
great
and
wondrous
blessings
That
You've
prepared
for
me.
I
open
wide
my
window,
Lord,
And
feel
soft
breezes
blow;
I
look
up
to
the
clear
blue
sky,
And
that
is
when
I
know
Your
love
is
reaching
down
to
me,
The
clouds
of
gray
are
gone;
Upon
my
window
sill
there
sits
A
robin
filled
with
song.
I
see
the
sun
rise
in
the
east;
It
speaks
of
hope
and
light.
Inside
my
weary
heart
it
shines
And
bids
adieu
to
night.
Copyright
©
1993
Ruth
Gillis
Previously
published
in
Poems
of
Praise
November
1993
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