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Morning Mahalia
The caress of the sun’s Golden hue Seeps through my window And dances in fragments Of early morning delight
The day is new The cares are few
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The grass outside Covered with a blanket of lightly painted frost Looks like an ocean of sparkling greens And baby blues
The sky above Glows radiantly Like golden flames With licks of peach and light pink
The day is new The cares are few
I marvel in the beauty Of God’s creation Of His true artistry And sense of humor The day is new What does it hold Behind its massive Red velvet curtains?
