In the quiet of the morning, just before the dawn. I sit and hear you whisper words my soul longs to hear. The day is barely waking, as your words I gently hear, giving peace in the moment with new strength for the day. Outside the sounds of life are stirring as the birds greet the day, another day is dawning with a sense of new wonder, yet to be revealed. The anticipation of the new day, all fresh in what might be; another chance to write the story as it was meant to be.
“Cause me to hear thy loving kindness in the morning: for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk: for I lift up my soul into thee.”
“They are new every morning, great is thy faithfulness. ” Lamentations 3:23