Thank you, Lord Dawn to greet me as I make my climb. Lean forward, shorten my stride. The sky glows red, breaks through the bare trees. Swing my arms, lift my knees. Grabs my attention as I crest the hill. Control my breath, my mind is still. Good morning gift, I’m delighted to see. Thank you, Lord, for blessing me.
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