You meet me in the morning,
You’re with me through the day;
You mold me as your vessel,
Not in mine but in your way.

As I’m called to do your business,
Knowing that you will be there;
You said you’d never give me,
Any more than I can bare.
“Be not anxious for tomorrow,”
Are the words You spoke to me;
As I go through toils and struggles,
You alone will set me free.
Written by: Susan Morgan
Copyright © 2017 Susan Morgan






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