Morning song

The day begins with birdsong;To my heart a concert of freedom and joyAnd heavenly peace that none can destroy,Orchestrated by Love.

In this sweet-winged harmonyThere's no anger, doubt, or care;No note of discord is heard there.I feel the smile of God.

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