Thursday 16 August 2012

A poem found in Traveling toward Sunrise

A moment in the morning 'ere the cares of the day begin,
'Ere the heart's wide door is open for the world to enter in;
Ah, then, alone with Jesus, in the silence of the morn,
In heavenly sweet communion, let your happy day be born;
In the quietude that blesses with a prelude of repose,
Let your soul be soothed and softened as the dew revives the rose.

(August 12th excerpt)

I thought it was really lovely, and a good challenge to make sure we really spend "quality time" in "heavenly sweet communion, alone with Jesus".

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