MorningPrayer Sunday

Dear Lord God,
   No wonder the psalmist sings glorious verses of praise to you and the musician lifts music in raising passion and orchestration; our words fail to express the ecstasy of the morning. We long to sing the birds lilting, melody and be golden like the sun-risen sky. We long to be crisp like night-tinged air and  solemn and alone like the pine on a mountain top. So, we humbly and simply give you thanks and praise, our God. AMEN

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