Mercy. A poem. 

Mercy, it’s morning at last, 

glory and grace 

rise like dawn,

the night shadows

fleeing with 

terror

as justice 

consumes 

their play.

And

my cup

overflows.

*****

Sometimes dawn is enough to make joy rise in our hearts again, isn’t it? I’m thankful this morning for so many of the Lord’s mercies and His unfailing kindness and goodness, His steadfast love and protection. 

In this season of busy-ness as school winds down and summer comes at last and new journeys begin, what blessings of the Lord make your heart overflow today?


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