In the hush of dawn, where mist caresses the earth,
I walk alone, yet feel a presence, a rebirth,
The world awakens with a gentle sigh,
In this sacred hour, my spirit begins to fly.
Each step I take, the dew beneath my feet,
A reminder of His grace, pure and sweet,
In the whispering breeze, His voice I hear,
Guiding me, calming every fear.
As the sun rises, painting the sky in hues divine,
I feel His love, like a warm, comforting wine,
The beauty around me, a reflection of His art,
Fills my soul with joy, a brand-new start.
In this morning mist, I talk with my Heavenly Father,
My heart laid bare, every fear I offer,
In His presence, I find bliss untold,
A love so pure, a treasure to behold.
So, I walk on, in the light of dawn’s embrace,
With Him beside me, every step, every trace,
In this early morning hour, my soul does thrive,
Talking with my Heavenly Father, my spirit comes alive.
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