I rose before the dawn
As Jesus did of long ago
But I rolled away no rock
Begging all my sins to go
The chirpping of the birds
Tends to let me know
That soon the sun will come
And the night will surely go
But in the stillness
Of my father's ways
I am counting down the blessings
Bestowed upon me today
And as the coming light
Lightens up my darkest days
I find that eternal peace
Has entered into my ways
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
I rose before the dawn
As Jesus did of long ago
But I rolled away no rock
Begging all my sins to go
The chirpping of the birds
Tends to let me know
That soon the sun will come
And the night will surely go
But in the stillness
Of my father's ways
I am counting down the blessings
Bestowed upon me today
And as the coming light
Lightens up my darkest days
I find that eternal peace
Has entered into my ways
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