Here upon this Sunday morning From black to gray to golden sun I - TopicsExpress



          

Here upon this Sunday morning From black to gray to golden sun I sit and watch the new day dawning An ache ,a need to hear Someone. So in the silence darkness fading I walk in boldly where angels trod I close my eyes and listen quietly Be still and know that I am God There are no words , no praise no pleading Just quiet commune, His presence near Just as the gray of night is fleeting So is my doubt, my cares, my fear.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 12:43:58 +0000

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