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EACH NEW DAY

by:
Ruth Scarbrough

What if yesterday had it's sorrows,
What if your day was diffused by grief,
What if it rained when you wanted sunshine,
What if you labored without relief

It doesn't matter what did befall you,
It doesn't matter what might have been,
For God puts our yesterdays all behind us
And every day lets us start over again.

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