Bend my heart to the rising Sun, toward the flames of the Spirit’s brush. I long to see, to hear, to know, to follow, to do what is just.
To each You’ve given good purpose, and promises in Your Word. Open our ears to listen, to the Voice of the wind unheard.
Grant us wisdom, and clear out confusion, to gain knowledge still unknown. So each may turn and gain the grace, awaiting at Your throne.
There are so many words that do not need to be said and even more never formed, only felt, when taking in a beautiful sunrise.
So true, Gary, so true. It’s all worship.
Beautiful, remind me of the psalms.
Aww, what a lovely thing to say. Thank you. ❤️ And thank you for connecting. I will be stopping by for a return visit!
Thank you 🤗 🌷🌹
Touching to the core.
Thank you for sharing the Sun rising with me!