Speaker 1: Hey, Haerro, And this is a firm our daily prayer,
Heavenly Father, Loving Lord. So much anxiety is traveling through
our systems of endurance. More than just a paper trail.
It's a lifelong connection met by the arrival of a
sun's daily stretch across an open sky of misguided emotional
missiles made of imaginary elements drawn up by cartoonis seeking
a laugh, which I'm going to take Lord as your
way of trying to lighten up the race to reach
the treasures buried deep in the caverns that which have
melted into the memories of our souls. It's an ambition
fed by streams of light, put to the test long
before the imagination arrives before the rest. But it doesn't
always have that feel of a test, because at times
we feel like toast. Do we fake it up with butter?
You know, a candy coated plastic bathroom? Mere? Smile, Lord,
What is our truest shape of self? And why is
it endlessly evolving into drier cloth umps of Georgia clay.
You gotta walk with us, please, Lord, with you, Lord,
we are not lost and we are not in fear.
We are grateful for your everyday presence. I'm Maril sharing
with you the wisdom required for tomorrow while the sun
rises today