I am having my devotions and watching God call out the sun again! Another brilliant morning is throwing its glory blanket over the cold horizon, shedding long level rays of gold through the chilly spring air. Every blade of grass crowned with morning dew reflects the light. Every tree casts a silver shadow on the thawing earth, and so appears to lean into the warmth. They are columns of gold in this temple stretching forth shadowy arms as if to lift up the roof of heaven, azure and clear as glass. All of creation bows before you, O God. How can my heart do anything but praise You?
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