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.
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