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The Difference

I got up early one morning,

and rushed into the day.

I had so much to accomplish,

that I didn't have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me,

and heavier came each task.

"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.

He answered, "You didn't ask."

I wanted to see joy and beauty,

but the day toiled on, gray and bleak.

I wondered why God didn't show me,

He said, "But you didn't seek."

I tried to come into God's presence,

I used all my keys at the lock.

God gently and lovingly chided,

"My child, you didn't knock."

 

I woke up early this morning,

and paused before entering the day.

I had so much to accomplish

that I had to take some time to pray.

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Written by
alex-coleman
Greek
Published
Apr 25, 2010
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I didn't write this, and I don't know who did. But I hope it hits your hear somehow, in some way.

I'm not a perfect Christian, nobody is. But this is the Truth, your day is so much different when you take some time to recognize.

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