Misty Morning
As light peeps through the silent trees
to touch the damp and mossy earth,
the birds pay homage to creation -
singing in sweet jubilation.
While a young fawn grazes peacefully
along the edge of the tranquil valley,
falls an early morning shower -
God in His gentle power.
It is a rain-drenched misty morning
as the dewdrop kisses the blossom;
it is another fresh beginning
as He rules each living thing.
How silent is the dark rain forest
but for beasts crying from the nest,
fishes splashing on crystal water,
wings fluttering above in the air.
Beneath the sky’s great canopy
is this lush garden that I see;
on this new morning that I greet
comes a renewal of my faith.
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