Never a day goes by
   But something new I see 
It may be a newborn flower
   Or a bird on the tip of a tree.

Never a day goes by
   But something new I hear  
It may be the call of a child
   And her laughter sweet and clear.

Never a day goes by
   But something new I touch
It may be the hand of a friend,
   Of one I love so much.

Never a day goes by
   But something new I know 
The blessing of strength restored
   For the way God would have me go. 

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