Sunday, April 27, 2008



Awake to Promises

Time’s moving quickly
Won’t stand still now
The evening sun is sinking fast

At a different place
Everything seems to have changed

Dawn chases away night
The terrors have dissipated
The new sun offers promise

At a different place
Everything seems to have changed

Each hour brings its own circumstances
May pass through the valley of Baca
Don’t worry about the sun dial
Dwell in the secret place

At a different place
Everything seems to have changed
But morning will be gracious again—awake to the promise

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