The sun slipped golden through the trees
And rose toward the skies,Gilding the scattered clouds with light
Before my very eyes.
I watched in breathless awe the sight
I couldn’t bear to miss.
How glorious must be the God
Who shapes beauty like this!
Isaiah 60:1
“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.
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