September Mornings

The past few morning have been the crisp and cool as is typical for September in Denver. I’ve lived a lot of places in my life, but there is no where that has more magnificent late summer mornings. For reasons that are beyond me, these mornings fill me with hope. There’s a song I was listening to this morning that captures the feeling…

Your mercies are new every morning
So let me wake with the dawn
When the music is through or so it seems to be
Let me sing a new song, old things gone
Every day it's true, You make all Your mercies new

I suppose the lyrics without the music and the fresh morning air don’t quite carry the same impact.

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2005-09-14 00:00 +0000