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  1. Mike Brennan
    January 19, 2014 @ 10:46 am

    Lamentations 3:22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
    his mercies never come to an end;
    they are new every morning;
    In the middle of a dirge, the poet expresses hope. I treasure the grace of every new day, and have been known to sing “Morning has Broken” at the top of my lungs while the dog pack and I have our first morning excursion. The shar peis admire my singing; the pekingese is less impressed.


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