Morning Star

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