At times one loses everything, it only means that things shall recommence shortly with more life, more love, more devotion, more intensity, with more hope . . .
Hope of a new tomorrow to fill the pits created by yesterday.
I awoke this morning,
ate my breakfast early.
I dressed by myself
and to school I hurry.
School, school,
here I am today.
Now I am ready to read
and sing and play.
(to the tune of "Happy Birthday")
Good Morning to you
Good Morning to you
Good Morning Dear first Grade
Good Morning to you!
God unfolds each day like the petals of a rose, each gentle touch a beauty to behold.
Hope each of your moments today be so held with His tender loving care.