Morning
- May 16, 2016
- 1 min read
He speaks to me
Early in the morning
When morning hours wake
And the soul is fresh
Whispers
When I have yet to hear
A word spoken
To welcome the day
He draws me in
Slowly, softly
Casts vision for today
For the desires that rise up violently in the midday sun
Quiet
"Quiet, oh dear."
He whispers.
It is morning
My King has spoken to me.
I can go on.
This is today.
Today He speaks
Whispers
Casts vision for me
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