Monday, 18 June 2012

Every day is a gift


Every day is a gift

Every morning I wake making my way out into the world
The crisp cool morning air softly touching my face with cold hands
A slow sunrise brings darkness to his knees
And a new day rises over an already woken city
The rush of the day runs chills down my back
I can rush in and join the race
But instead I stand
I wait
I see
A new day
A new beginning
A new chance to give back life to the world
A new chance to show life to a lifeless world

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And I will wait upon the Lord, that hideth his face from the house of Jacob, and I will look for him.   Behold, I and the children whom the ...