It comes with every waking morn,
Old sol does clear the ocean,
And does rise to meet the heavens,
Such beauty is God sent…
With every sunrise,
We can dispel with past lies,
We can treat this new morning,
Like from God this is a prize…
Renewed be our spirit,
Each day different, we try not to be unfit,
From dawn to dusk & beyond,
God is there for us & will never with our feelings abscond…
© ed ~ 4/7/11
Regis
Must be the glory of New Jersey.
John