Listen, my child, to the music of the air as the breeze whistles through branches. The air is fresh with the cool scent of the morning. As the sun rises in the east, birds join the orchestra.
Creation sings praise to me.
Lean into me, my love. I give you a fresh day, a day of love and hope. Look ahead to find the joy of each dawn, the music of the rising, the faith of the morning newness.
Take my hand and we will stroll into the songs of creation. I want you to sense the vibrations of new life.
You delight me as you find hope in shattered dreams, joy in fallen rocks, purpose in each dawn, because you walk with me.
Together we will find newness in this day. Joy. Love. Purpose.
I am always with you, and healing happens in my presence.
My heart is confident in you, O God; my heart is confident. No wonder I can sing your praises!
Ps 57:7-10 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song.
I will thank you, Lord, among all the people. I will sing your praises among the nations.
For your unfailing love is as high as the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
