Joy Cometh In the Morning
Dawn comes larking through the trees
And heaven drips in fiery gold
Praise comes winging on bended knees
New mercies refresh my soul
From gritting sand faith finds its pearl
From wounded hands man's guilt is healed
Walk with me where winds now swirl
Behold the joy that daylight has revealed.
Sorrow silently melts away with night
Joy cometh in the morning full and bright
Every leaf drips jewels in love's light
Dawn comes golden and blessed is my sight
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Here am I to embrace you, tongue wet,
Dew drenched; sweet flows this silent rivulet
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2011
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