Misty Mornin

In the cool of the Misty Mornin
In the distance I did see
The Beauty of the Lords creation
Stepping on so daintily
Through the clouds, the merriment
Seems to Jump from tree to tree
With each new step the sunshine
Like a loyal friend, moves with me
And for a tad, I rest
Before a new leg of the trek
I look up to Him to see
My God, my Savior, Glory be
My rest upon the back of Thee
His love carries me through to eternity
In Him, I am whole and happy
With Him I’m Riding forever free
Kelly S Griswold

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