# 166 in the old books
O, how lovely is the morning,
When it is begun with God;
Joy and thanks our hearts adorning,
As behooves a child of God,
Waking after night so fair
In the Maker's gentle care,
Rising without grief or sorrow
To a new and joyful morrow.
posted by The Mentors | 12:28 PM
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OTHERWISE...(see my last comment)
Ok Ang, I know that this post has been up for a while, but I'm still gonna comment on it. This time of year God makes it so easy for me to realize that every day begins with Him. When He says, "Do it again" to the sun, but makes each day so uniquely different... wow. I went out to pick up the paper early this morning as was floored by the way He scattered soft clouds in the sky overnight. Then, on the way to school, I had a glimpse down at the valley in which my home lies, with the textured mountains standing far in the distance, and was once again awed by what God put together for us. What gives me pause is that He creates each new beautiful morrow solely for our pleasure. "But I know Who holds tomorrow,and I know Who holds my hand." Praises be to our Creator-God.
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