Rising sun
The breath
Of His Spirit
Is my North Star
Leading me on
The grace
Of His hand
Holds me up
Shows me the way
The fragrance
Of His love
Is pure
Devoted
The ways
Of His heart
Are observed
In obedience
The dance
Of creation
Is exquisite
Full of mystery
His forgiveness
Is precious
A treasure
For all ages
The keys
Of the piano
Whisper praise
A joyous harmony
The time has come
The rising sun
Has appeared
Over us.
© Jess Laura Jane 2026
