Linda J. Humes

We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts: 2 Peter 1:19

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You take the darkness of night,

Through the chill of dawn,

And burst forth the morning sky,

Opening in fragrant gold,

As a beautiful yellow rose bud,

Firm yet delicate,

Opening its vulnerable petals,

To bless the waiting soul.

…

The colors race across the sky,

Painted by the wings of Angels.

The sun rises,

Orchestrating warmth and life,

Bringing hope.

…

It’s a new day!

…

And as these miracles of morning,

These miracles of life,

Explode all around,

So many pass right by,

Unaware.

…

My Spirit cries out,

“Look what God has done,

Look what He has made for you.”

They pass right by,

Unaware.

…

Let me always cling,

To the miracles of the moment,

Always aware,

Always grateful,

For the hand of God.

Written 4-2-97

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