Morning Birth

Often I gaze In shadows I sought refuge Healing waters from the valley of visions Measured my portion In weaves I sowed my seed Through many days of distortion We Tilled the sky It bore us life In his ways I hope to walk The King of Kings is Yeshua He rose again from the grave Often I gaze In gardens of plenty Toward the east Toward the Valley of Visions I set my heart On the mount of olives Where he will come again to this world