In the morning,
A lark, sings of
The beauty in its
World…
In the morning,
I sing to the
Everlasting beauty
Found in your
Forever love.
And nothing created,
Can ever replace the
Joy that swims the
Tides within my
Spirit…
For love has its source
In You, and no matter
How much of it is given
Away…there is always
More to come from Your
Eternal spring…
To those with hungry hearts.
Wendell A. Brown
Copyright 2012
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