By the hollow of the window sill

To righteousness’ last gleam

I see the shadow cross the hill

To barter with the sunlight's beam

 

 

And within the murky water's skin

The colors dissipate

But to a newness then begins

As God’s glory we meditate

 

Fading lines across the mountains top

While golden richness trees adorn

And colors roast through the harvest crop

We celebrate Jesus being born

 

I ponder the wondrous side of God

To His throne room He gives a glimpse

And the baby sleeps in whimpering nod

As the sun to the distance limps

 

 

Praise You God to the Heavens above

Your creation is so beautiful

And by Jesus You’ve shown Your bounteous love

Through Him saving grace fulfilled

 

Selah   

Gleam by Ronhales                                                                                                                     Revelation 4:11

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