In the gray hours of early dawn, when all is etched in silence, black silhouettes lift their branches in praise, and the awakening sun sends a blushing pink tinge along the undersides of scattered clouds. We stand in awe of Your majestic glory and sense Eternity beckons us to a place where beauty unimaginable awaits. If we are impatient, how much more are You, our King, eager to share Your Kingdom with us!
Maranatha, we cry, and once again You reply: "Look Up!"
© Mid Stutsman 2012
In His Love,
