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There's something about it's shine that holds strength, how it's warmth on my skin brings healing, and it's red hue comforts me when I close my eyes and look it straight in the face.
When I started to take pictures I started to "see" light. I learned that I loved how things look in the morning light more than any other time. It's not that the setting sun doesn't have a magic of it's own--it's beautiful in it's own right. But it feels like falling asleep to me and for some reason I'm drawn to the power and joy I find in the rays of the morning. I was thinking about all of this today as the sun shone through my bedroom window. Amazing--it's one of my favorite pieces ever--probably because I remember how I felt when I wrote it. And I wrote something new today--it's also about the morning sun, and I was remembering a time I didn't think I'd ever want to open my eyes again, and the Lord said to me, "Nothing's going to stop me from keeping my promises to you." At the time, I didn't have the strength to believe Him. Now, mostly I do.
But that's where Psalm 30 comes in. I read that today too. So here they are, sort of collaged together.
Blessings,
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Heal me Morning Sun
Beams full of courage and love
"Nothing's gonna stop me,"
He sings at the top of His lungs.
Wrapped in His rays I fall into
Tender warm caresses
Bring life and strength and grace
Generously bless us.
Psalm 30
I will exalt you, O LORD, for you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me.
O LORD my God, I called to you for help and you healed me.
O LORD, you brought me up from the grave; you spared me from going down into the pit.
Sing to the LORD, you saints of his; praise his holy name. For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.
When I felt secure, I said, "I will never be shaken."
O LORD, when you favored me, you made my mountain stand firm;
but when you hid your face, I was dismayed.
To you, O LORD, I called; to the Lord I cried for mercy:
"What gain is there in my destruction, in my going down into the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
Hear, O LORD, and be merciful to me; O LORD, be my help."
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.
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by Bgrace
sometimes i dance in the kitchen
it's the sun's fault
lighting upon the morning with meaning
but then too
it happens with the moon
i should blame it on the music
poignantly singing my soul
words flowing through deep pools
that spring up
and cascade downmy cheeks
to water a heart filled with
truimphant joy
deep gratitude
great love
i stretch out my arms
i turn and twirl
without bashfulness
without restraint
i delve in a dance
with abandon
you are my lord
i am grace
