Can God Come Out to Play?

Morning has broken

the sun sneaks up

peeking out over the

seven devils

light dances through the trees

gently warming

cold air

dust and smoke linger

blurring the

visage of the trees

and tickling my nose

the horses

take flight

leaping

and kicking with the joy

of an autumn morning

the day is here

can God come out to play?

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 Morning has broken, like the first morning

Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day.