Tell me Maker, won’t You please,
Why blessings come in spades
These are the joyful days
The sun, it woke me up today
I know not what to pray
It seems my heart is glass
Shatter all the thoughts I mask
In You I put my hope
All others have to go
Refine my heart ‘till it is gold
Renew all that is old
Seek and I shall find
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