A Morning Prayer II
Make this a morning counted well, numbered right,
grant me the wisdom to honor the Son’s dawning
and grant me the patience to find
healing in His wings.
May I learn, in the journey from east to west
and the fifteen waking hours between
just how great the love
and how full the mercy
and how far my sin is cast away.
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