In The Morning

in the morning,

I remember a simpler time,

a sweeter life,

warm Florida mornings,

with air so pure

you could taste the promise

with every breath;

but none of it compares

with You;

who can speak of Your

wondrous glory and light?

what words can describe

the magnitude of

Your mercy and grace?

what sounds may be uttered

that reflect the majesty

of Your perfect love?

rain Your spirit down on me,

open my mind and eyes,

illuminate my soul,

let me find the words

which glorify

Your holy name;

lead me

when I am blind,

remind me

when I forget,

show me

that without You

I am lost;

without You,

I can do nothing at all;

restore the joy,

remove the darkness,

heal the damage,

open my eyes,

fill me with Your love,

let me shine

with Your light;

bring me home

to You.

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