I come to meet You,God,and as I lingre here I seem to feel You very near. A rustling leaf,a rolling slope,speak to my heart of endless hope. The sun just rising in the sky,the walking birdlings as they fly. The grass all wet with morning dew...are telling me I just met You... And gently thus the day is born. As night gives way to breaking morn,and worship on Your holy sod... For who could see the dawn break through,without a glimpse of heaven and You? For who but God could make the day, And softly put the night away?
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 17:06:30 +0000
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