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
Copyright © Patrick ORourke | Year Posted 2025
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