Praise
I wake each morning
and count my blessing
thankful for what is given
so great and small
with praise for the Great Spirit
I learn to love and live
When those do me wrong
I learn how to forgive
and in my heart forget
with each footstep I take
I learn from each mistake
but refuse to fall
In His praise I sing his song
to every living thing He created
with His touch I've been blessed
and surely awaken
Spiritwind-2012
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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