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Thank you, oh Lord, for tomorrow For the sunrise, the dialed clock, the rotation Gifts renewed by the morning That I may wake like an infant regenerated Slate made clean upon the world To taste and touch the colors you made You beginner of things Every second the first and the last The chance granted again to choose, to fail Innumerable are those I have squandered One hundred thousand for each breath Your mercies I have turned to ruin And still you permit my heart to beat Still the pulse ticks, the gears turn Time allowed the greatest provision To remember, to seize To reproach and forgive And let the testament of my life be no story at all But a day, an hour, a moment altered