Saturday, October 09, 2004

Good Morning

By sunrise light I wake to You
In halls of rushing cloud
With morn's first breath I speak to You
A sigh my only sound.

Eyes closed upon the world around
Transcendent repose
When on my knees my self is found
Before Your mighty Throne.

This morning is a promise of
Grace ever renewed
All the colors fresh upon us as
The morn the stone was moved.