The Mist of Rivers Dawn
Sometimes in the dead of night
when doubt and demons come
I find my faith dimished
and wait the morning sun
The glory of its rising
through mist of rivers dawn
fills my heart to overflowing
For I am born again
Sometimes in the dead of night
when doubt and demons come
I find my faith dimished
and wait the morning sun
The glory of its rising
through mist of rivers dawn
fills my heart to overflowing
For I am born again
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lovely, yes, each day a renewal…hugs p
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