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In the evening when the sun goes down...

Some days I don't write much.
Some days I write too much. 
Some days I just sit and read.
And some days in the evening
when the sun goes down,
I read and ponder this:

You are worthy at all times
to be praised, O Son of God,
O Giver of life, to be glorified
through all the worlds.

I like that line that says
"through all the worlds."
That means this one, too,
hurt and broken as she is,
is acquainted with glory.

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