A New Day of Praise
The child set the wood against her raised chin
High up, to place the very last big piece
No less assured of her father's great praise
Than at anytime had ever she been
Wanting to fulfill his expectations
Of a child who was very brave and strong
But could not draw the water from deep well
For the rope was much to long__well deep
My father loved me so so much he did
He always came to my aide__ease my load
By telling me (my child) that's too heavy a load
As I drew that heavy water, each turn
Would get much harder_just in nick of time
There he would step by my side__reach for rope
Ease the strain, ease my load _my father_(my) guide
As the red sun rises, the birds chirp thank you Father for this day
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