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Each New Day
You wake, the morns early sun glowing pride
It glistens brilliantly in golden rays
The warmth you feel awakens you inside
It glimmers hope, your heart is where it stays
Awakened senses surging pure and sweet
You stretch and yawn to begin life anew
The slate is cleared and cleaned your soul replete
Your past mistakes showing how much you grew
Though lingering amidst they come to pass
Reflecting glimpses you can draw upon
You hurdle over the ones you surpass
While starting fresh you rise to meet the dawn
You've come to realize power in the Son
The very essence of all that we've done
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Junk
She stood quietly on the edge,
Watching the waves crashing below.
Knowing nobody would miss her,
Thinking no one would even know.
Alone in a sea of people,
That is how the world made her feel.
No purpose to her existence,
Like a nightmare that wasn't real.
There were never any answers,
No one to see her through the strife.
Just a piece of cosmic garbage,
Living a lonely, useless life.
She wondered if the fall would hurt,
Not sure if she'd die right away.
Knowing her luck, she might survive,
Crippled by what she did that day.
Maybe then people would notice,
Even though they'd try not to stare.
She wouldn't be invisible,
At least, they would notice the chair.
As she stood there in reflection,
She heard a strange, familiar voice.
She turned to see a little girl,
Begging her not to make this choice.
"Mommy, you don't want to do this.
You don't know how precious you are.
Who is going to be my Mother,
If your light burns out like a star?"
The child became a teenager,
And addressed the woman again.
"Who will pick me up if I fall,
When my rebellious years begin?"
And then the vision changed once more,
A young woman addressed her now.
"Who will help me plan my wedding,
When I agree to make that vow?"
Again the apparition changed,
An old woman reached for her hand.
"There is something I must show you,
Which might help you understand."
Then suddenly, all around her,
Stood scores of people, young and old.
"Each of these are your descendants."
What a sight it was to behold.
Then the vision began to fade,
Till just the little girl remained.
"Mommy I'm depending on you,
I hope you see what I’ve explained."
"Every person has a purpose,
In life's classroom, no one should flunk.
For every soul is important.
God is not the maker of junk."
With that, the vision disappeared,
And life's meaning came into view.
All have a reason for living,
There's a plan and purpose for you.
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