The morning light's a perfect time to look beyond the trees,
A new day starts and all is fresh; awakened by a breeze.
So find a rise where fields expand, horizons fill your sight
And looking up, the waves of cloud become a sea of sky.
First beauty of the newborn day belongs to Heaven's King,
He made it as an offering, to prompt our hearts to sing.
For if this canvas, splashed with oils, from Holy Artist hands
is seen by human eyes that pause within His gallery...
That one will walk with God this day...He's spied eternity!
Psalm 65:8 The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.
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