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Daily Meds


Learning to let it go. Notes on early recovery.

Humm and Strumm searching for a higher power.

  • October 7: My Daily Meds

                                                             Do Inventory

    Go ahead … We can laugh to death
    It won’t be funny when we breathe our last breath
    Confusion sets in
    Will I have time to confess all my sins?

  • October 6: My Daily Meds

                                          Do Inventory

    He loves us all rich and poor
    He’ll take us back    of this I’m sure
    You’ve got to want Him more than snooze
    More than flesh, more than booze
    Pray for His will not mine be done
    We’ve heard it before … It can be won

  • October 5: My Daily Meds

    He is the King of Freedom
    The King of Joy
    Each and everyone of us
    He will employ
    Give it up and work for Him
    Riches to rags
    It’s not so dim
    It’s temporary