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Friday, 30 July 2010

the whimsicalities of memories.




watching the sun set at Your command,
how is it that Your greatness can be forgotten?
when faced with such a display of majesty,
how is it that self can still overwhelm?

yet Your hand lovingly picks me up,
sets me on my feet,
readies me for another day.
and so i will praise You,
knowing that all you have in store for me is good.

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