Looking out over a new horizon, holding promise in my hand...
Lord, thank you for this miracle: a new day, a dawning hope, a promised land.
Your mercies are new every morning -- how much greater standing here,
Washed clean with your ocean sand -- a holy dawn, and angels near!
2 comments:
Angels, indeed! Promised land here I come...
Well now, don't ruin it...!
:-)
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