Here now this morn
Detecting a red hue on earth’s outer edge,
we cannot deny heart anticipates dawn,
which although seems promised, we yet take no pledge
in predicting how and when we’ll be reborn.
When bliss magnetism rises day after day,
why would we pretend to look the other way,
more so when now we do clearly understand,
that it is God Who lovingly holds our hand?
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