With my cup of tea getting cold,
I let the musings of my mind unfold,
and spill onto this page
A damp chill is scattering in the air,
as the sun hits the horizon in colours fair,
and we embrace night again
A lasting hope dwells in my heart,
softening me, which is where I should start
under God's grace abounding.
Never displace these cheerful moods of my soul.
Keep me constant, even if I feel the control.
Let your way be my way.
An evening books sits upon my knee;
Delight in the words, and help me see
through a different set of eyes.
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