Trumpet
Trumpet
The first thing this morning, Lord...
I need to do,
is to talk to you.
I have slept all night, safe.
I know the angels were there.
I know you, watched over me.
My eyes are open,
the sun is coming up,
and I can feel life... moving all around.
It is different from the dark.
The embrace of the rays,
a joyous event.
Life begins in the morning,
with God in the heavens,
looking down at us.
The emotions are greater
than the oceans,
The sea, is a mirror of blue.
Clouds dance and romance each other,
to entertain the King!
The birds already are singing,
and the flowers...
too if you but listen.
Be still,
the sound...
rings.
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