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Just before dawn when the moon goes to sleep
Just before the rays of sunlight sink into the deep
Many thoughts
rush through my mind
For them a place of rest I can't seem to find
Will the butterflies fly as the wind passes by in the early morning parade
Will I hear the cry of the oppressed in the stormy waves of fate
What will there be, I don't know but I wish I did
just before the dawn of the breaking of day

Shall there be a morbid dance of tidle waves washing souls to unknown shores
Will the mountains stain the grounds with burning ash once more
Is there a place in mind in heart where thoughts in peaceful tranquility rest
It all just seems to be a noble quest
Then just before dawn, just before the breaking day
I find the rest I longed to find in the heart of the Author of reason and rhyme

To the multitudes of thoughts He speaks
sunlight bursting forth on soothing rays of comfort
Before dawn just before the day
I am written I am found
A living scripture created by the Hand of God
Blessings and love in Christ,
Monique
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