Sunrise wrote to me a new song.
She scurried and danced along dotted lines
In hopes of making me smile.
I remember how she glistened and
The length of her hair as she twirled and whisked away
My tears, my fears.
She brought with her Refreshing, and
Her other hand carried Hope.
I remember locking eyes with Hope,
And as I did,
Refreshing bestowed her strength upon me.
I began to dance.
Worries became dust beneath my feet —
Fine grains of nothings
As I moved with daybreak
And cast my cares before the King — He,
The Writer of this new melody.
And tears scribed by Joy washed away the dust beneath my feet.
I became whole.
I became strong.
I rejoiced at the sound that caused
Sunrise to dance —
The sound drummed by Miracle
With hands so beautiful upon Sunrise’s heart.
I became whole, and
I became new
As I danced before the King — He,
The Writer of this beautiful new melody.
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