The Morning Speaks
Avian singing begins, The night receding fast
While over the land, gentle winds awake
The morning’s here at last!
Dawn’s blushing rays peek through, Sifting the trees and leaves
Then lighting the hills, softly they wake
And stir the gentle breeze
Gently now they stroke – The earth with great delight
And dancing with glee, rousing the world
They chase away the night!
Breathe it in, savor the new – Delight in blessings giv’n
For staying in awe, brings marvels anew
A little taste of heaven!
God’s great glory shines forth – It doesn’t miss a beat.
Creation’s own song, is in each heart
And draws us to HIS feet!
Happy New Year,