Morning Hymn - Poem by David Lessard
Father, thank you for the love,
that comes like summer sun;
that falls upon the hills,
and warms the soul to run.
Or to take a leisure stroll,
in the silence of the dawn;
when the heart's at rest,
when not much is going on.
When the day is full of promise,
when the shadows have to flee;
when Your presence fills my heart,
and Your knowledge sets me free.
The morning is for peace,
for some quiet meditation;
when we pray again for love,
to heal this sad, great nation.
Father, again, we give our thanks,
for all blessings that You send;
by touching people's life,
and broken dreams to mend.
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