Lord, You Are My Gift

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I will search for Him
And not for what He offers
I will serve my Master
But not for His rewards
I will give Him my all
He left everything behind
To give me the greatest Gift
A father could give his child
He gave me Himself

He is my Gift, my Giver
He is my Reward, my Rewarder
In all the riches and blessings of life
Nothing is comparable to Him
Yes I will search for You Lord
For You are my Gift

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But Hope Rises…

Pandemonium breaks lose and screams pierce the still air. Despair springs to action and endurance is eliminated. Reasons fail the sane and all leap into abyss of blame and self-pity. Nightfall and nightmares assails the imagination.

But hope rises with the morning sun, it’s golden rays dispelling dark thoughts into the alley. Ideation rescues the bound and sets them free to believe in tomorrow, free to hope for their fairy tale ending.

Daily Post: Hope, Chaos, Panicked

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