Gracious God,
The morning is here.
And your sun just keeps on shinning down warming up every inch of this earth straight to the core.
And my coffee echoes the sun's mystery warmth.
Already I'm aware of how much I need your grace on this day.
Your mystery grace that reverberates in the deepest caverns of my soul.
Your mystery grace that trembles hope quakes where there was only despair.
Your mystery grace that propels me deeper and fuller into you.
Be heavy upon this day.
Be deep in my soul.
Splatter your love like a carefree-child with paint.
My life is your canvas.
Giver.
I love you my other, my holy.
Amen.
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