THE LORDS SWEET MORNING
The clouds are floating softly just below the mountain's peak.
The river plays it's symphony, sweet music to my ear.
The lyrics dance in rhythm as the Lord begins to speak.
I thank him for this morning and the melodies I hear.
Copyright © Robert Nehls | Year Posted 2014
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