November 13 I am able What is sown is reaped The Father's food for His Lambs

I will

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I will arise every morning
with the praise of the Lord on my lips.

I will break forth into singing
like a bird at the dawning of the sun.

I will soar
into the atmosphere of God's truth with wings of praise.

I will allow the Love of God
to bubble within me, like hot water boils on a stove.

I will let His Joy overshadow me,
so each day is like Christmas morning, to a little boy.

I will be uplifted and refreshed daily by your Spirit, Oh Lord!


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