A Rising Sun Turns Gold
A red sun rising soon turns gold
So quiet this morning
Nothing new being told
Until the woodpecker's loud warning
Heavenly Father what a beautiful sky
A pale blue blanket cover
Kissed by the sun's golden touch
A stillness, quiet lightly does hovers
A dove awakes the crow
Then a songbird greets the day
There's a mockingbird in the distance
Singing his song while at play
Slowly mankind begins to awaken
As the sun almost touches pines.
Those tops that are high reaching the skyline
Soon the sun will reach its designed define
Ecclesiastes 1:5
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he (it) arose.
God intentionally confined the oceans within certain parameters, establishing coastlines and boundaries they cannot surpass (Psalm 104:9; Jeremiah 5:22). Even amidst powerful storms, the seas obey God’s appointed borders. This demonstrates God’s sovereignty and reminds us that the forces of nature ultimately answer to Him.
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