Here now this morn
some hands hurt us yet others assisted
so in truth what’s there left for us to do
no life event is by us resisted
outcomes any bliss beats within renew
clear light dawns as God’s blessings that accrue
we dwell in time stretched peace and judge no one
for are we not the light that lights the sun
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