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Bright morning Son, Christian, Morning, Morning Praise, poetry, Praise, short poem, Sunday, Writing
Bright morning Son, incenses of praise,
Raise a city hope, take a dare…
News paper smack on the door, i read it not,
But heed the chatter of my sister.
Ray and me walk the time-line boulevard,
Summer melts the ice-candy and our hearts,
‘Amazing Grace’, we sing aloud…
Morning Praise
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