Call to Worship
The eastern sky fills with the sun, burning off the dew, giving brilliance to the shadows of night. A symphony of birds sing a greeting to a new day. A church bell rings, distant. It's melody beckons the weary. A tune of times simpler. This grace is amazing. Raise your voices in praise. A morning filled with blessings is given by the Giver. There are flowers at the roadside, wild in their growth and little children who run up the steps. The bell calls, but worship has begun the moment I thanked God for a new day. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author