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Sacred mornings

Mornings are a sacred time

For me;

It's the time I'm most vulnerable,

Raw and bare.

It’s the time I seek God,

And near Him face-to-face, I share —

It's the time when I hold His hand

And He leads me back there,

To His Garden,

Free to be seen.

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Written by

bekahalle

40 / F / Australia

Published: May 7, 2025
LinesWords: 1050

Notes: Sacred times are pivotal, especially in moments like the lead up to a new year and/or in the Lenten season.
Tags: #mornings #sunrise

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