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by **Dora** » Mon Jul 13, 2009 12:39 pm

Morning breaks
brilliant white light streams in
The lace curtains can not hold out the glorious light
He has spoken
day is called forth
Hope rides on the morning sunrays
It penetrated the darkeness
Revealing what is hidden
Sending the enemy running
He limps away to hide his hidious face
waiting for darkness to slip in again
For now I rest
In the covering of the son
weiry from the evening battles
I hear his voice calling
Come out, behold my beauty
Seek me before the battle begins again
Strength rises
Filling every portion
This vessle can stand once again
He leads me to the garden
The dew cold beneath my feet
Roses blossoming
showing his splender
in those golden morning minutes
For a brief moment creation pauses
In reverence to the maker.
He gives the calling
For his creation to go forth
Birds begin to sing
A baby bunny russels in the brush
I hear a scampering noise up a tree
Deer bedded down under a pine in the field
arise to join the forest
With my hands raised
All of creation worships
the glorious maker