Morning Song

The morning dove wings his way, 
Swiftly beckoning,
Come…
Live this day in the heartland!
Rejoice in morning light's kind reckoning…
Inscribed by the Father's own hand.

Let worries fade
With the dew into vapor,
While the dove sings his song of the morn…
Let each care of your heart
Gently taper,
As the dawn of each day's newly born.

So come…
Live this day in the heartland!
Live this day
Ushered in by the dove…
Come…
Live each dream,
As was His plan…
And soar,
On the wings of His Love!

Sharon Frye