A quiet morning... a moment of rest, of reflection.
Whispers, prayers, a song of hope... seeking refuge.
Psalms, evensongs, of thanksgiving, petitions, pleading vespars ensue.
Heavenly imploring... earnest pleading, listening... honest seeking....
Consolation and reassurance from my Maker saturate, yes, encourage.
He alone can bring peace in the mourning, inexpressible joy in His presence, a purpose.
How lovely, how ravishing, how exquisitely flawless, my Savior is.
To know, to percieve His intentions, to become one with His purpose... His design,
Produces a day of direction... a calm seaworthy soul, fairing the turmoil of violent worldly tempests.
A day begun in the Word, in intimate commune with God is always blessed!
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