Beneath the first light
I raise my heart in supplication
lift me up Oh Lord
off my trembling knees
life’s burdens can keep me down
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Beneath the first light
I raise my eyes to meet the sun
reflections of grace dance on the hillside
I am beckoned to dance
nature comes alive
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Beneath the first light
I raise my voice to sing your glory
notes flutter on the breeze like butterflies
I am reminded I am free
not shackled to this world
Gorgeous
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>not shackled to this worldForest of Dean< on my places to visit list of my blog. _m
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Ooops! Something went astray in this comment, “not shackled to this world” or not shackled to
that which we are told. New light, a new path a new day. _m
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yes, walk in the grass barefoot!
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beautiful
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“Not shackled to this world” Amen!
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Beautiful
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Reblogged this on theowlladyblog.
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thanks soooo much dear owl lady!!!
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An uplifting verse.
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