Every New Morning is a Gift of the Lord

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A night in the cold 

Is a tough place to be

Where winters blistering wind

Makes it hard to see

Cold, frozen fingers

Tremble in the breeze

As winter winds blow

Dropping in degrees

This is the image 

Of a world with no hope

Where every single moment

Seems like a downward slope

But we often forget

The hope that awaits us

For He is gentle and kind

And will never leave us 

The Lord is our refuge

When life stops us cold

Like the winter winds

And the pain they unfold

But as the sun rises

And the cold disappears

The warmth brings comfort

And wipes our tears

Look to the east

As the sunrise begins to show

Look at how the frozen trees

Begin to glisten and glow

It is like a thousand diamonds

Shining brilliantly in the sun

These are the blessings of the Lord

And He has only just begun

Every new morning 

Is a gift of the Lord

Cherish it with all of your heart

And know that He is our God

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