The dark of the morning, a gift of winter, and you beckon.Two chairs. One for me, one for you.
Will I sit? Will we talk?
You ask afresh each day. You never weary.
Come sit. Come be with me. Come, be still and know that I am God.
Two chairs, come sit
The dark of the morning, a gift of winter, and you beckon.
Beautiful! Hopefully I’ll write again soon.
Thanks Kristi. May you have time to sit with God today! Amy