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Guest
As the sun rises
My
Spirit realizes
The Power
Behind The Light.
As
The morning air
Caresses My hair
I hear
The cardinals sing.
As
The New Day
Dares to share
Its unfolding
I kneel to pray
Beholding
The essence of God.
My
Spirit realizes
The Power
Behind The Light.
As
The morning air
Caresses My hair
I hear
The cardinals sing.
As
The New Day
Dares to share
Its unfolding
I kneel to pray
Beholding
The essence of God.