how i long for the morning.
how my very breath is breathed simply in hope that the morning will still come.
oh, the morning.
how i desire it and all that it means.
how i long to see him.
how i long to be with him.
how i long to be overwhelmed by the purity of his unexplainable beauty.
beauty beyond sight.
beauty incomprehensible.
and yet somehow attainable.
your beauty is what i seek.
your goodness is what i long for.
the morning of your love, the fresh wind of your spirit, the light of your face.
holy, holy, holy.
what a holy and blessed morning that will be.

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