Light of Dawn
I tell myself, I'm blessed to open my
eyes, bright in the glory of a new day.
Rays of sun, gifted drops of gold on high
from azure sky reach down to kiss bouquets
of soft petals, gracing His sculpted clay.
The song in my soul praises the morning
and Heaven's light falls on lips rejoicing.
Arms reach in prayer, I am clay in His hands.
Mold me, Lord, in the dawn's sky, worshipping
You until nightfall and starlight expands.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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