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It’s my pleasure to remember You each morning
To bow my head, and thank You for a good night’s sleep
For no bad dreams
And no child’s screams
It’s my pleasure to remember You each afternoon
To lift my head to the sun
For the trees out my window
For the earth, above and below
It’s my pleasure to remember You each night
To turn my head at my family
To share a meal in Your name
Without You, it isn’t the same
 poem by Gina Norman
email her about this poem at kevinandginanorman@netzero.com
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