I got out of bed and did the same as I brushed my hair and teeth.
My car coughed out the beautiul aroma of Nag, which always
reminds me of God for some reason.
Today will be good because I said so.
Mostly because God says so.
He woke me up, He gave me today, so I will be well.
I will weave in and out of class thanking Him all the while.
He is faithful...and He never leaves.
When I bend low, He's even lower trying to catch my tears, my fears.
It's enough for any day of the week.
It's enough for the weak...but within this I am strong.
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