Oh, Lord Jesus
You start those little hopes
In my heart of hearts
As I begin to get a hint
Of the glory You have in mind
Saw a peek of Your splendor
In the sun’s fiery rising orb
Over misty morning lake
As boisterous birds and bovines called
Praises to Your mighty name
At the lifting of today.
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Nah - takes much more thought to get those word pictures "right" with non-rhyming words I suspect....
GRIN - thank you for bearing with me, my most faithful reader! Marijo
