Morning Song

The fog curls up over the mountain.
The sun barely peeking through,

But He is there.

Like the song of the morning,

And the fresh breath of a new day

He whispers, “Behold! I do a new thing.”

It’s in your heartbeat every morning.

It’s in the birds as they find their morning meal.

It’s in the brilliance of the new sunrise.

It’s in your first steps as you hit the ground running.

Keep your eyes focused in My direction.

I will never take you off the course.

I will be the wind against your back

As you run the race.

I will be be your strength to face the hurdles.

I will be there at the finish line

As your arms interlock with mine.

I will whisper,

“Well done, my faithful one.”