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DAWN


                          ~It's 5:40 am....
I can hear all types of birds outside singing;
I believe there're praising God;
In the darkness of my bedroom;
I can see a dim, streaks of lights;
What can this mean, shall I too be singing,
Falling on my knees I thank the Lord for a new day beginning;~

                            I’m looking out my window 
                                     And as I see
                     I beckoning of a new day dawning

                            Sheltered by some trees
                              Yet through the leaves
        I see piercings imagery of hues of yellows and orange

                     My eyes waver, as I view and savor
             A mighty rush comes from my eyes to my brain
          As I witness the dawn the beginnings of a new morn

                    Beautiful God’s vision thank you Lord
                 God eye is peaking just above the horizon
                           God is awakening His world
              The bottoms of the clouds black but lighten up
                            to gray on top their white
            There’s a glare everywhere where the sun touches
           Silhouette leaves a brown, reddish, orangey residue
        As the Father awakens me and you, everyone to your feet
                               Rises… it’s a new day
                                          DAWN

07/22/18

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Date: 7/22/2018 10:41:00 PM
I have never thought about God awaking His world. I like that. I love to hear the birds first thing in the morning. Nice one.
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