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#*O morning sky of endless blue Tinged with purply-pinky hue You tell me of His mercies new Whose heart pursues my own O geese in wingèd winter's flight Your honking cries arouse delight And lift my gaze to seek thy sight As wooing from His hand O softest breeze which skims my face And stirs with such mysterious grace My soul to reach for Love’s embrace You brush me with His kiss O snowflakes falling to the ground You pierce my heart without a sound To crave a purity only found Beneath a bloodied cross O setting sun in half-light glowing Waning day’s last glorious blush showing You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing— This life is fading fast O stars of midnight’s blackest sky Paraded forth, you pull my eye Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry: “I’m coming back for you.” O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing, With haunting echoes faintly singing, “Lose all of you in Him.”*#
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Ode to a Winter's Day
#*O morning sky of endless blue Tinged with purply-pinky hue You tell me of His mercies new Whose heart pursues my own O geese in wingèd winter's flight Your honking cries arouse delight And lift my gaze to seek thy sight As wooing from His hand O softest breeze which skims my face And stirs with such mysterious grace My soul to reach for Love’s embrace You brush me with His kiss O snowflakes falling to the ground You pierce my heart without a sound To crave a purity only found Beneath a bloodied cross O setting sun in half-light glowing Waning day’s last glorious blush showing You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing— This life is fading fast O stars of midnight’s blackest sky Paraded forth, you pull my eye Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry: “I’m coming back for you.” O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing, With haunting echoes faintly singing, “Lose all of you in Him.”*#
~~~ "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world."  ~ Psalm 19:1-4a ~~~
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
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