I had a bad morning

I cried to sleep yesterday.

Went to toilet at 3am and found tossed on bed fought to sleep back.

I woke up finding my car broke down.

Then I burned my soup.

I found my dear friend already stiff-necked to our friendship.

I would call it a bad morning, but I refuse to call it a bad day.

In Christ, I would have victory for the rest of the day.


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