The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes.

"A time for joy, a time for laughter;
The night hours are but a blink in time.
The morning is breaking; a time for peace.
All of creation is still in anticipation.
The rose-colored sky smiles to show off its most honored treasure.
The sun peeks over the top of the trees and the birds sing louder.
God is here. All mighty, all knowing, all powerful, all good.
A time for glory. A time when the world sleeps.
A time for all of nature to use the voice given by the Holy One Himself.
He is here. It's all for Him.
The beauty of the created lives to show off the beauty of its creator.
He holds all things together.
The sun blazing its brightest with it's warm colored home behind it.
All for Him. He is here."



Psalm 19
The heavens proclaim the glory of God.
      The skies display his craftsmanship.
 Day after day they continue to speak;
      night after night they make him known.
 They speak without a sound or word;
      There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
 Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,
      and their words to all the world.
   God has made a home in the heavens for the sun.
 It bursts forth like a radiant bridegroom after his wedding.
      It rejoices like a great athlete eager to run the race.
 The sun rises at one end of the heavens
      and follows its course to the other end.
      Nothing can hide from its heat.