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I spend my mornings with God before I hit the grind The sublets of darkness never cease to amaze As a physical world creates a spiritual haze Lost in matterless affairs Reaching through the darkness Trusting you will meet me there Oh dear Lord, three things I pray To see things more clearly To love thee more dearly To follow thee more nearly Sometimes you creep I never see you coming Monday, man your on my back like a napsack strapped with my heavy burden You cannot condemn me I won't buy your bag of goods You've got nothing for me anyway that's why I pray Oh dear Lord, three things I pray To love thee more dearly To follow thee more nearly I do pray Day by day |