Surrender My Life To God

Surrender My Life To God short poem

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Every day when I wake up
And I see the SUN,
Walking down the street,
I see kids having fun.
I admire GOD’S perfect creations
Like the BEAUTIFUL flowers that grow,
Trees that grow very high,.
And even the EVER SOO BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKY.
I feel so GRATEFUL in every way
No matter what I’m doing,
I know GOD is guiding my way,
And he’s in control,
Throughout my day.

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Im a 61 year old GRANDMA of soon to be 11 grand children. I have two children. Ive been writing since the age of 14. One waspublished in COLONY,TX newspaper1982. I had a poem call ed LIFE published in poetry anology book of butterflies 2011. I write poems to give as gifts. I believe GOD gave me the gift of writing,singing. I sent a manuscript to TATE PUBLISHING. should be published in three months. My thirteen year old grand daughter. KATHLYN BADGET. Gave me the encouragement to write the book. That's titled GODS PATHWAYS THROUGH LIFE.
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Balveen Cheema
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Simple and sweet. Keep on listening to your grand daughter and writing for all!

Debabani
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.A beautiful poem,

asoke kumar mitra
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lovely, wonderful, sweet, ………….write……..so simple………..and full of love…….

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