-his Love and Grace-

A Summer's dawn one early chosen morn cleared haze of sleep prepared to ponder deep. Gaze with awakened eye towards that dawning sky with pensive thought upon to whom does it all belong. With a breath of air, respired deep take in all with, admired sweep ponder upon, One who created it all what makes it stand out to enthrall. I considered the purpose of that Great Creator as I humbled at the footstool of that Maker I envisage too the vastness of His space as I bathed in the rays of His Love and Grace