June 19, 2013 Sharon E. Coleman Dawn’s Threshold The threshold of dawn, a new day is near My eyes are still heavy with sleep With coffee in hand I whisper Your name And Your fragrance makes my heart leap Come sit down beside me, lay your head on my breast Let the cares of this world slip away As the night yields to morning, let Me fill you with peace Let your heart receive strength for the day Oh Father, my Father, in Your presence I weep Just to know that You call me Your own My soul scarce can fathom the wonder of You And the mercy I find at Your throne ©Sharon E. Coleman 2013 Share this:FacebookPinterestTwitterPrintEmail Related