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May 31, 2005 at 09:46 am

"O' Joyous Hope of Morn Returned"

The sermon is the sunrise
The pews are soft, green grass
A choir quietly sings their praise
Upon the shore in gentle laps

Water becomes communion wine
A bird descends from clouds
Life, the broken bread of Christ
Sin, the silken shroud

As the sun approaches high
Heat envelopes once again
Father, Spirit, Son alike
Provider, shade, and friend

Another hour begins the fall
Creation moves to see
Shifting of a will not His
Tempted, doomed to be

Night makes way the dark of day
The choir softens still
The pews grow cold as homeward bound
Gone the virgin thrill

Darkness cools, but lies deceit
A fleeting glimpse of rest
O’ joyous hope of morn returned
A light so truly blest

O’ joyous hope of morn returned
A light so truly blest

(Penned at Lake of the Ozarks, May, 2005)

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