The Morning Sun
What a sight,
That I might;
Be able to gaze.
Such a thing,
Makes me sing;
To God a praise.
To see it rise,
To my surprise;
So early these days.
I have no doubt,
No need to figure out;
In the sky as always.
God surely provides,
While He guides;
On life's highways.
So praise to our God,
As we honor and laud;
For He never betrays.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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