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I fight with myself all day long,

All day long, all long day.

And sometimes I win, and sometimes I lose.

And the dances go on, all day long, all long day.

And I laugh all the louder, at the top of my lungs.

What to do at the end when the singing is done,

And the pain just remains, all day long, all long day?

I will turn to the Lord, Creator of all things,

And give thanks.

Just. Give. Thanks.

For the breath in my lungs, all day long, all long day.

The experience of pain, and of love, and of depth.

The knowing that I am, and I feel, oh I feel.

All day long, all day long, all long day–yes I feel.

Just. Give. Thanks.

For the moment to live on the edge of myself

For the love that I know He has poured out on me

All day long, all long day.

Just. Give. Thanks.

And the fighting gets smaller,

And the joy just gets bigger.

The breath fills my whole being,

All day long, all long day.

I give thanks for the key:

Just. Give Thanks.

All day long, all long day.

Counting One Thousand Gifts with Ann

#104 the Gift of Surrender

#103 the Joy of being loved

#102 the end of the fighting

#101 the peace after the storm

#100 His victory in me

Linking up with Tell me a Story, SDG, Life in Bloom, Play Dates with God, Raising Mighty Arrows, Imperfect Prose, God Bumps, What Joy is Mine and Gratituesday

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