Morning's Song
Stepping into the morning sunrise,
I leave behind the veil of night.
The sun greets my sleepy eyes,
as the world unfolds before my sight.
The dew freshly coats the waiting ground
with kisses from the loving sky.
As the orchestra of creation sounds,
it's choir of birds sings their lullaby.
What gifts does this morning bring,
will love win the day?
Closer to the Lord I will tightly cling,
till we meet again to pray.
Every day leaves it's footprints
on the heart and on the mind.
And every man his dreams spent,
searching for the treasures the day has left behind.
9/25/18
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