Upon my dresser sits a bowl
With slips of paper filled.
They bear a message to my soul,
By pen and ink there quilled.
Each morning I take one slip out
And read the promise there.
It serves to ease my fear and doubt
And strengthens me to bear
The burdens that the day will bring
Through each and every word.
Then lifting up my voice, I sing,
Just like a happy bird.
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Daily Prompt: paper