Saturday, poem (337/365)

I collapsed on my pillow
Thinking about everything
I did wrong
And everything I
Did right
I felt guilty
But I know the
Morning will make
Me feel alright
Thankful for
Grace that exist
Day to day
Hallelujah
We are saved

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