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In the morning,
A lark, sings of
The beauty in its

In the morning,
I sing to the
Everlasting beauty
Found in your
Forever love

And nothing created,
Can ever replace the
Joy that swims the
Tides within my

For love has its source
In You, and no matter
How much of it is given
Away there is always
More to come from Your
Eternal spring…

To those with hungry hearts.

Photo Image Credit,
Arthur Smith.