We behold heavenly angels in the morning,
when first we decide to rise.
Their melodious heavenly melodies
seem to fill the sky.
We listen to them singing psalms
of praise at the beginning
of each brand new day.
We can almost hear the gentle
whispering of angelic wings,
as they fold them while they pray.
They help us celebrate the
beginning of every new day.
While we join in their heavenly song.
Together we worship the LORD!
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What a wonderful way to awake, Roxanne! Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.