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When Morning Came…

by LA GINA GROSS

I was troubled at every hand;
My mind confused …. I didn't understand.
But Jesus saved a wretch like me;
And when morning came … I was free!!
My skies were cloudy, dark & gray;
Storms pushed themselves into my day.
But then the" Son of God" shone grace on me;
And when morning came … I was free!!

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