Morning by Morning

The sun comes up upon tangerine clouds
Bringing morning to the valley it now enshrouds
A curtain of mist laying low between the trees
Hanging like steam above a warm cup of tea
Spreading its cloak along the meadows below
A soft linen coat over all in its show
But as the sun gets higher it turns into smoke
A thin grey haze punctured by pines as they poke
And now as the sun which is bright in the sky
Says a full good morning the fog says good bye
And so it is on earth as in heaven above
A wonderful painting from the Author of Love

Lam. 3:22,23

Great is Thy faithfulness