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This Day!


I will PRAISE You this day!
I proclaim Your Holy Name…
Beautiful Savior, Wonderful Counselor, My Father, My Lord, I rejoice this day!
I ask you to show me my offensive ways…
Forgive me, redeem me, restore me as You lead me Your way, this day!
You are the Master Gardner of my life…                       
I submit to Your design and bow to Your ultimate power, this day!
Lord, I offer my prayers for others which You have laid upon my heart...
I entrust them to You for safe keeping… they are Yours, this day!
Help me hear Your voice, discerning Your will for me…
Help me remain in You and trust that You remain in me, this day!
Please go before me, hedge around me…
Be my refuge, my strength, my ever-present help…
Lord, this is my prayer to You this day!

~Carole Smith

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