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About how lovely is the morning


I am musing...

about "how lovely is the morning...."

and our always loving God.


Who else knows that beautiful song from the Zion's Harp hymnal...
"Oh How Lovely Is the Morning, When it is BEGUN with God....."?

Love it! It was running through my mind this morning as I was out watering the flowers, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the freshness of the new day.

And the refrain continued to run through my mind.....

"Oh how lovely" is the daytime, when it is CONTROLLED by God.....

"Oh how lovely" is the hour, when it is FILLED UP by God....

"Oh how lovely" is the time of challenge, when it is FACED WITH God...

"Oh how lovely" is the time of joy, when it is CELEBRATED with God.....

"Oh how lovely" is the time of blessing, when it is ENJOYED with God....

"Oh how lovely" is the time of sorrow, when it is  COMFORTED by God...

"Oh how lovely" is the evening, when it is COMPLETE  with God...

"Oh how lovely" is anytime.... when it is spent with God!!

Our "always God". He is always needed, always providing, always there...for us!!

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