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Oh The Glory of The Morning

by Mark Henderson

Oh the glory of the morning
In all its beauty, its hope to redress
A soul to its ancient moorings
A flight across the ages to its nest
To the purity of its nascent longings
To the innocence of a garden much less
For in this it recounts its belongings
Its foundation, its creation, its initial caress
As it soars on reminiscent song wings
On the thermals of heavenly bliss
To memories of His glorious mornings
And in thisā€¦mornings always bless

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