The sparkling, early-morning mist,
Each blade of grass and leaf had kissed,
But as the sun climbed in the sky,
The 'tears' of Earth began to dry.
When I awoke, MY world was wet
With weariness, remorse...regret,
Then His assurance stilled my fears,
And soon His Sonshine dried MY tears.
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Thanks for this one Lord,and Thanks for giving Howard such a gift, and Thanks for sharing Your poetry through him. And especially I thank you for what he does see, even if through dimed eyes. Help each one of us to see what he sees and to never miss your blessings through him.