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Gentle morning of this day
Bright'ning as the hours pass.
Deep, dark sky gives silent way
With faintly twinkling, dimming stars.

Gentle wind that plays along
Woolen robes of misty air.
Softly nudging me with song
To wake and see this dawn so fair.

Fragile peace is like a glass
That makes the morn so bright and clear.
On the ground, the dewy grass
Doth yearns for light so very near.

I behold the heavens above;
A tapestry of pastel hue.
Golden threads from sunny trove,
They weave and spin across the blue.

"The Day is here!" creation sings
With praise and worship to our God
And only He makes wondrous things
That sound His place as my dear Lord.