And so it has been another morning,

When I thought that sleep was a sweet escape. . .

Yet, I need now to rise, remove those sheets of pretension,

It’s time to get up.

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Maybe just call-in sick from work?

Yet, it was not really an option;

because my friend, reality had reminded me of the unpaid bills.

Fear decided to join, with snickering mocks that

I was a weakling.

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In response of the turmoil I was in,

I threw the doubts, in tears I prayed, lifting His anthem of praise.

Lord, you carried me through today,

I know You will still do tomorrow.

– by JDCD:)’20

Photo taken by: Dejay Dumapis

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