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My Broken Heart

Just for today... I'll hand it all over to God
Just for today... He can carry my sorrows, fears, and hopes for the future
Just for today... I'll live in this moment.  Right here.  Now.
Just for today... I'll open the doors to Grace, and surrender as it swallows me whole
Just for today... I'll trust that light will overcome darkness, that Godliness will overcome idleness, that joy will overcome sorrow
Just for today... I'll believe that it will all work out.

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