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mercies never end

Lamentations 3

He has made my teeth grind on gravel, and made me cower in ashes; 17 my soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness[a] is; 18 so I say, “My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the Lord.”

19 Remember my affliction and my wanderings, the wormwood and the gall! 20 My soul continually remembers it and is bowed down within me. 21 But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:

22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;[b] his mercies never come to an end; 23 they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. 24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”

25 The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. 26 It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. 27 It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth

In the early light of day, as the sun ascends over the treetops

The warm glow permeates through the soft white curtains as they dance in the breeze

The dewdrops glisten on the petals on the rosebushes outside of the window

And a bluebird glides through the air with ease

He sings his morning song from the willow tree

And the old toad hops across the lily pads as pretty as you please

A pearly white stone glows in the midst of the ones of black and gray

A reminder of the Rock who is pure, strong, and lasting among all of these

I go to the Rock in these early morning hours to pour out my heart

And new mercies begin as I bow to my knees

kim crawford copyright 7.18.14

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