Morning Star

January 2014 002
I want to walk Your secret paths, the way of the Most High
To rest beneath the shadow of Your wing; don’t pass me by
O Precious Holy Spirit, teach my restless mind to still
So I may hear Your tender voice and know Your perfect will
Let all the world around me grow dim and fade away
As I lift my voice and heart to You, let worry have no sway
When dark clouds start to gather, I know You can’t be far
The clouds but cloak my greatest joy, ’tis You, my Morning Star
© Sharon E. Coleman 2014

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