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doorway to the light
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This Morning

August 8

I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And heard a bird’s song

You woke this morning
I breathed you a breeze
You woke this morning
I sang you a gentle song

I woke this morning
Heard your unspeakable name
I woke this morning
And would never be the same

You woke this morning
I smiled as I called your name
You woke this morning
We will never be the same

I woke this morning
And felt a gentle breeze
I woke this morning
And felt the Spirit’s pull

You woke this morning, son
And you caused me to smile in delight
You woke this new morning
What a glorious and wondrous sight