Each morning when I awake,
choices I must make.
Whether I like it or not,
that is all our lot.

To get up or in bed stay,
to work or to play,
to spend hours on myself
or others give my wealth.

It matters not what I do,
I'm still in a stew.
Decisions have to be made,
good, bad or delayed.

I might as well do it right,
hang on with my might.
To give up would be a loss.
Christ gave me His cross.

I now carry mine no more,
a much lighter chore.
The choices that I now make,
are not a mistake.

They are blessed by God above,
and made by His love.
Suddenly, now I am free,
from sin yet to be.

Through Grace forgiveness is mine.
To God I resign,
my life, my love, and my all,
e'en when I fall.

He holds me in nail scarred hands.
Nothing He demands,
Love is the center of all,
just heed to His call.

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