Poetry-weeping
I hear a young little child
It’s cry is sweet and mild
It makes me form a tear
Wish I could recall that year
Seeing that child brings a tear to my eye
Weeping and wailing, now I start to cry.
::David::
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Monday 7-15-24
This morning I woke up super early again And this time I just decided I’m gonna get up So I did, and I started my day And then I started to ponder Why is my Heavenly Father waking me up this early? What is He trying to tell me? What do I need to do in the mornings that I have not been doing? It is in the mornings, when it is the most calm, the most peaceful That is the best time to talk to God No distractions from the world Everybody is asleep Your home In the peaceful morning It’s just like being in the temple you can have ultimate peace In your home In the morning, right when you wake up In my opinion This is the best time to reach out to God To pray, and to talk to God however you do it just keep doing it (( sometimes I wonder, am I saying these things for me or am I saying these things for other people that are reading my blog.. Because I just hit the microphone and I just start talking and then later on I go back and look at what I’ve said or wrote and I’m like wow was that fo
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