“Wonder at the Mist of New Day”, a worship poem from L.Willows

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Journey at the break of day; it hallows me, it marks my way.
All my reasons fall away. I am sanctified; I fall to pray.

Leaves of umber, green and rust
lace the blanket of ground I trust,
embraced by sweet earth tendered there
I am misted, kissed- by the morning’s air.

Take my arms, now opened wide,
and all of my heart: it is humbled, untied.
Take all in through thy sacred side,
this my path of life, to Your step, Your Stride.

Pray this wonder at the mist of new day,
I am lost and found, in your tendered way.

©2019 Linda Willows, 2012

John 1:3. 3
Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made.

Psalm 96:11-12
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let the sea roar, and all that fills it; let the field exult, and everything in it! Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy!

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