January 9, 2014 Sharon E. Coleman 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 2014 Share this:FacebookPinterestTwitterPrintEmail Related