In the quiet of the morning, there is a song on my lips. The words flow gently from my mind, emerging as a soft, fragrant sound of praise to you dear Lord. I praise you for the voice to praise you and the mind that gives me the words. Yet I know you know my thoughts, that even without the sound of praise to you, you know my heart; you know my inner most being. Praise to you dear God that you have entered my life and taken hold of me. May I continue to grow deeper in my love for you, my yearning to know your ways. All praise to you dear God for the love and grace you shower upon me. You are deserving of all praise.

Sing joyfully to the Lord, you righteous; it is fitting for the upright to praise him. Praise the Lord with the harp; make music to him on the ten stringed lyre. Sing to him a new song; play skillfully, and shout for joy. – Psalm 33:1-3 (NIV)

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