In the morn of March
A quiet time of prayer
Opening the window
First time of this year
Season of new birth
Fills the Spirit here
Closing eyes in silence
From world now disappear
Song of birds returning
Instills in soul good cheer
Light of angles shifting
Warmth of heart to share
Deep of cleansing breath
Softness in the air
Scent of life instilling
Hope is drawing near
Window of the soul
An opening appears
In time of Jesus rising
The truth will soon be clear
Beautiful.
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