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Morning thoughts again

Blank the mind that starts the day


A page for you to write


Gone the phantoms of my dreams


Disappearing with the night.



Soon the sun will brighten our


View from windows looking forth


To the future with our plans


For building thy kingdom with our work.



Charity, charity


Informed by faith and hope


Virtues meant to guide our living


Lives of mercy and forgiving



Ponder with me about the things


Need be done this day ahead


Welcoming the master's visit


List'ning for his word once said



To people just like you and me


Gathered together on this morn'


Rememb'ring how the spirit guides


Th' faithful that are thus twice born.



Once of flesh


And then from above


God's grace poured forth


A bounteous trove



To nourish mind and heart and soul


Body of church we are


Searching for the milk and honey


Of the land we seek from far



Here and now


A mandate we


Were given to


Bring reality



It's in our breast


Our chest


Our heart



Our mind and active soul



The meaning our our life


Our love


Our everlasting goal.



Heaven oh heaven oh heaven above?


Yes there AND here below


The ransom t'was paid for all of us


For each and every soul.



Give what you have


To Christ the King


To him belongs


Everything.



My brother, sister, all of you


It's with sorrow that I shudder


You in rags it is not fair


What I have two


Yes one I spare



He said it's clear from th'holy book


If you doubt just have a look


T'whom you did to the least of these


Yes you did thus unto me.



By that we all will be hence judged


The king we saw there on the street


Remember when he washed the poor


Man's dirt from off of his blistered feet.



He served us


And now thus,


We serve him


In everything.



It is a life of freedom yes


He created us to live


From his bounty we are given


And expected yes to give



With that I've muttered much too much


Words that's all these are


Go forth and work


And play and rest



With his own life yes we are blessed.















 
 
 

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