The Magic Of The Morning

The Magic Of The Morning

“The Lord’s ... compassions never fail.
They are new every morning.”
Lamentations 3:22-23NIV

He may paint the morning purple to display His majesty, He can tinge it with a glory that the dullest eye can see. He reflects it from the mountains that were sculptured by His hand, And it gilds the plains and prairies as it spreads across the land. He may emphasize its beauty with a silver-misted shroud, Or conceal it’s flaming splendor in a somber cloak of cloud. But the slightest hint of morning breaking through the longest night, Fills the darkness with the prospect that the future could be bright. For the sunshine of it’s promise coaxes flowers from the sod, And the magic of the morning bears the signature of God. By Bud Morris

“Let the morning bring me word
of Your unfailing love,
for I have put my trust in You.”
Psalm 143:8