| 7 January 2005 |
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| Do you smell that? The first pot of coffe in the morning? My lips smile - it is the joy in my heart overflowing The sunrise is fickle Its beauty as dependable as a baby performing for his grandmother But that smell of the new day eternally erupting from the coffee pot Makes me feel Alive. My body is only a filter Paper thin and partial to clinging But I am full of Life and when God pours through me My joy rivals the prettiest sunrise- I am ALIVE! |