Sunday morning is one of my favorite phrases. It has come to mean solitude, quiet, peace, and rest when I say it outloud, or in my mind. Especially mornings when the air is crisp and smells fresh. The birds are singing praises and the Lord's sun is beginning to rise and awaken those He loves.
Whatever circumstances occurred the day before, all have new meaning the next day.
Praise the Lord!
Sing to the Lord a new song,
and His praise in the congregation of the godly ones.
Psalm 149:1
So let's "sing to the Lord a new song" this Sunday morning and each day this week as each day brings "a new song" from the Lord in love to you. Watch for it!
Blessings,
DIG
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Acrostic poem: Love
This is what happens when God wakes you up FAR too early.....(in my opinion)
My attempt at an acrostic poem:
I call it (now hear the chimes ting):
Early Rising
LOVE came in the form of His Son
Oneness with Him, our heart's desire
Victory was gained on the Cross
Everlasting life secured
May God Bless your Day and weekend.
- DIG
My attempt at an acrostic poem:
I call it (now hear the chimes ting):
Early Rising
LOVE came in the form of His Son
Oneness with Him, our heart's desire
Victory was gained on the Cross
Everlasting life secured
May God Bless your Day and weekend.
- DIG
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