Something of the Morning Mist

Something of the morning mist
Finds comfort in my soul
Perhaps serves a reminder
That I’m not in control

A drawing of consuming
An easy, fall into
That takes the soul a drifting
Here of finding You

Soul of the arising
In shroud of comfort bring
Finding of the Spirit
Within our offering

A parallel of light
That only soul can see
A gift of finding love
In this discovery

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