The sunlight always reminds me that His mercies are new each morning and the warmth reminds me that He wraps his arms around me and whispers to me, "Good morning, Daughter."
I feel His love in the sunlight.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I love coming up my stairs in the morning. This is what greets me every time and it never gets old.
The sunlight always reminds me that His mercies are new each morning and the warmth reminds me that He wraps his arms around me and whispers to me, "Good morning, Daughter."
I feel His love in the sunlight.
The sunlight always reminds me that His mercies are new each morning and the warmth reminds me that He wraps his arms around me and whispers to me, "Good morning, Daughter."
I feel His love in the sunlight.
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