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Lord, I bless you in the morning and at the rising of the moon. In glory days I sing your praise through out the afternoon. From evening star to rising sun my praise becomes a song. And in my rest I praise you still.................from dusk till dawn.
From dusk till dawn..............the praises go on and on and on I praise you for your power..................in prayerful quiet hours I praise you for your faithfulness; and mercy from above. But most of all Ibless you lord..............that your a god of love! From the setting of the sun..............till the lights reborn How i praise you! Bless you. Abba........................from dusk till dawn. *** In this world droplets of kindness
rarely fell upon my check. The
gentle whispers of grace seldom felt empathy to speak. Soft strokes of mercy hardly
brushed across this brow. And in confinement on this earth
comes a longing even now, Though the care freeness of youth
was strangled in those nights of poverty, And the fertile stress of weekend
quarrels never birthed serenity. Embarrassment for lack of all we
never had to share. At
times provoked a plaintiffs pen's stroke, "God, are you
the only one who cares?" The hardships of spring years seem
lighter as the heat of summer life grew stronger, And the cup of wine from which I
dined begged the question: How much longer? Oh I was cut to size, when in my own eyes wise: Now I leave the judgment in His hands, I hold back from crying
"'Sin" since I've not been where they have been: Remove
my desert.............
Leave Him their grain of sand, As colored leaves glow bolder in
the fall of this spent soldier. I summoned nature to thunder and
teach me. Obligingly she answered, and a
lesson was transferred Using
winged souls to swoop down, and
reach me, Most birds of a feather flock
together: security in numbers I zealously adore. But for me Abba's will was a
solitary bill, Most are lifted up in flight.
Strength in numbers lightens plight, At
times envy trickles out every pore. Sticking closer than a brother:
thankful that they have each other: So
alone at times this eagle learns to soar, Guess He had something else in
mind, than the friends I'd hope to find, And
I've found many ways to stuff a hollow hour. With my eyes set on the future, and
His hopes for me to mature, I've learned the holy way to rely
upon His power. Years will race; years will creep,
arid there's always time to weep For myself and all the trials of
his sheep. Still
there's a joy that makes me leap;
stirring something way down deep.
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