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07 December 2014

339/365 or DPP 5

The morning jog was all fog.

O ye beneath life's crushing load
Whose forms are bending low
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps so slow

Look now for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing
Oh, rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels, and hear them sing

kept running through my head.

(lyrics from It Came Upon a Midnight Clear- especially the version by Sara Groves)

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