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Early in the morning,
you are the one I seek;
while the sky is still dark
before the sun is at its peak.
On my morning walk
you speak to me;
through your magnificent creation
of flowers, birds and trees.
Your mighty hand
is at work each day;
guiding and molding
me as if I were clay.
At night I go outside,
look up to the skies;
ask for your presence
with me until I arise.
2 comments:
Beautiful poem, with a beautiful matching picture too! Wonderful!
Sometimes, we are just overwhelmed by God's presence and it is such a beautiful feeling which you aptly described in your poem.
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