The Fire

  The withering glare of heartless rays, All day has beaten down. And from the mountain and rocks and trees Rises exhausted haze.   ...

Monday, May 12, 2025

In The Peace of Early Morning

 

In the peace of early morning,

Ere the sun has shed its light,

While the air is still and hushed,

Not a bird has taken flight.

 

Silently across the landscape,

Dew has covered all the space.

In a whisper it has settled

Bringing life to every place.

 

So, the love of God comes stealing.

Bringing hope and life and healing

To His children every day.

It’s the perfect place to stay.

 

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