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The Present
Every sunrise is a
present,
A gift from God above,
Gift-wrapped with scarlet ribbons
And tied with bows of love.
Each day's a new
beginning,
A time to start anew,
While all the stars are sleeping
And the rose is fresh with dew.
Every day's a new
creation,
Too lovely to ignore,
And we may find a blessing
Just outside our door.
We cannot keep the
past
Like fireflies in a jar,
Nor journey to the future
By wishing on a star.
Every sunrise is a
blessing,
A gift for just today.
Rejoice, my friend, embrace it
Before it fades away!
by Clay Harrison
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