Morning

The morning breaks: from mistiness of thoughtI will look up and see what God hath wrought.Free from all anxious cares of yesterday,God's day is mine—I follow in His way,To comfort, bless, and heal as Jesus taught.

This morning light with peace divine is fraught,With trust and courage, for I know that noughtCan change the ordered progress of His day.The morning breaks!

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