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I woke up late,
I meant to be early. 
I ran to my fate, 
I dream of the pearly. 

The great gate of Our Lord,
The garden of heaven…beyond. 

I dressed my best,
Grant me, your grace,
I wanted the test.
Yet, I can not keep the pace. 

Today is a gift,
“Thankful”, that which is given. 

I walked and then jogged, 
Legs get me there…,
I brushed the tangles from my hair,
Yet the world is… not fair.

The pastor was busy, 
The singing just started…

I hug my friends, 
I find my seat, 
I raise my hands
and can barely speak.

The Lord is my Sheppard,
I shall…

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