Visions

Morning

Morning has come.
The sun's golden glow
sends its radiance
over earth and sky.
Look to this day,
give thanks
to our creator God
who makes all things new.
Arise, shine.
Walk in the light,
hope in Him
in whom
we live and move
and have our being.
Shout for joy!


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