Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Awake, my glory! Awake, harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.
Psalm 57:8


servant said...

One morning as I sent my daughter off to school from my front door, I saw the sun glowing from behind the south mountain. A cold fog hung in the air over the dikes and a thick frost clung to the branches ... every moment is an inspiration to worship our Lord!

Natalie said...