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Wednesday, March 7, 2018


By Donna Shivers

When glory breaks the morning
Your sweetness fills the air
Such a sense of presence
Is prevalent everywhere.

My feeble mind can’t comprehend
The wonder of it all
Yet miracle of miracles
The sunset seems to call.

No mortal hand could every pen
No artist ever paint
The beauty that the dawning brings
A new day to awake.

How can there doubt in mind exists
Your existence dare to question
When everything in earth and heaven
Shouts your resurrection!

No poet can ever find the words
To tell of your true nature.
The nature that is yours
Oh, God, help us to perceive

To tell the world your message, Lord,
Oh help them to believe!

Copyright 2018 Donna Shivers

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