Written on September 13, 2026
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Rising, with the mist Sunrise, how I’ve missed Brilliant light, so alive Morning song will survive Birds fly across the skies Muffled, breathless sighs Reasons for warmth of dawn Erasing shadows from the lawn Oh, laughing sun, rising bright Rescuing hearts from the night It’s Sunday morning, this day Will surely offer a chance to pray For the joy, peace and love That comes to us from God above Always faithful, like the sun Showing us that we’ve just begun To see the wonders of our life And feel the love healing strife We’re surely given each new day To lift our hands, praise and say God is blessing our souls with grace No matter how powerful the dark we face Always, morning comes to reveal God’s new hope our hearts can’t conceal He is the Master who created all Thanks to His gift, His gentle call We know, this Sunday, as we pray We’re full of thanks every Lord’s Day!
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