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Morning Welcome

When morning tints the skies,
my heart in gladness cries,
that You are there, so wise,
Who made it all.

You, who my feet can guide,
not to disaster slide,
You are at my side,
in peril, not fall.

The eyes and ears You made
savor each hill and glade,
songs of birds, tones arrayed,
Day's hopeful call.

You touch the heart and mind,
bid us in beauty find,
even in pain inclined
to Your safe wall.

Those friends held in my heart,
work, learn and play, all part,
of this great work of art:
Your gallery hall.

07/22/2015 Carol Welch
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