Elma Clark Norwood
Gift Of Morning - Poem by Elma Clark Norwood
I stand on tip-toe
and eagerly watch
as God softly lifts gossamer veil of pre-dawn,
as first faint hint of light
breaks through eastern sky. He flings peach-and-coral-tinged ribbons,
ablaze with morning joy,
across the heavens—
preparing for sunbeams' debut!
I'm watching God make a MORNING! In this gift from our creator
such beauty I see!
This greatly moved spectator touched by it all!
Remembering with reverent awe
it's all for you and me. His idea of sunrises
as delightful surprises!
Just another evidence he loves pampering his children! "and God said, Let there be light;
. . . and God saw that it was good."
Holy Bible KJV Genesis 1:14, 18
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