As I look out of my window,
On this cold and gloomy day,
The sun has yet to rise,
It is still in winter's way,
I think upon the day before,
What things that I did do,
And I hope for better yet today,
Because it's perfect and brand new.
Not spoiled yet by grumbling,
Not stained by unkind things,
A day that is untattered,
Is worth more than jewels and rings.
So as the sun does rise,
On this cold and gloomy day,
I sit and talk to God,
And ask Him to guard my way.
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