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At the sight of dawn, comes whisperings of the book of psalm. ‘The Lord is my Shepard; I shall not want’. It said.

When the night looked it darkest, ‘Thou shall not be afraid’. It said,

My faith was weak and my heart still, but on my knees, his words on my lips, I begin to heal.

When a new day is born, joy comes with the morning. Hope piercing the soul, as pin would to skin. This grace makes one keen, feels like a warm embrace, you wish never to leave this place.