As the
sun rises it softly transforms any scenery.
From cityscape, to countryside, from suburban sprawl, to rolling tide
every nook and cranny, every tree, every surface is gently painted. Each second
of daybreak is transformative. In my soul it is the same. Darkness does its
best to obscure and conceal, spreading confusion, fear and enigma, but even the
slightest dawning of early light brings immediate transformation; hope rises
and dullness turns to resplendent glory. Lord, You are My Light and Glory.
Bathe my soul with Your metamorphic supremacy. Leave nothing untouched.
A DAILY BLOG OF SPIRITUAL INSIGHTS FROM THE MORNING PRAYERS OF DANIEL WILLIAMS
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