I hear my kids laugh and I think of their past when they first said "dad" and all the times they were sad and, my God, I swell with desire to see them grow old.
I hear the stories told from those before me and thank God they were bold enough to help me create the life that I hold.
I, simply, see the next sunrise and thank God I'm alive and can, maybe, strive for this idea of acceptance to his eyes.
I rejoice in each day created by the Lord, I lived to see it rise.
Gratitude will keep my thoughts on a high rise and my hope will be my guide
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