Golden streaks paint the morning sky,
Pink hues flaming left and right.
This fire's dancing, seems alive.
My day's awakened by this brilliant light.
How beautiful, how marvelous,
This love so ever bright,
Bringing tears and bringing grace,
From my God who paints with morning light.
My heart holds back too much,
And I often wonder why.
Perfection is not nearly grasped,
Though every day I try.
More beautiful, Your saving love,
In the light of my own sin,
My crushing failure handed off,
By grace Your peace let in.



Comments: 22
inspiring, indeed. Nicely done.
Thanks for posting this to Short Story and More!
Thanks for posting to =Sky Shots=!
Love it
Thank you fro sheering
And I often wonder why.
Perfection is not nearly grasped,
Though every day I try."
Beautiful! Sometimes I get a quick glimpse of that perfection but it feels like too much to handle!