What a beautiful morning it is, a blessing to see the sun still in it's rightful place warming us as we rush off to our day. Not once have you ever seen it refuse to shine even on the most cloudy day. The rain slow falling the sky is all grey, the clouds so thick. Yet do I, stop to see a sky covered in grey, and then I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, smile to myself, that it is still a beautiful day.
I.m sure the ground must be totality confused. Here it is the head of winter and the loving arms of the sun's ray has cover the earth with it long arms of love as if to say, I'm still here look up for to day is still a good day. For you I shine down I touch your face. For you can still yet feel. Never give up what is above for something that was never real. You can walk on by, as if I wasn't here, as if you can not feel the warmth of my touch on the smoothness of your skin. For I am here until the end. And my love you will forever fill.
For there are many who open they to see, yet they can not see. And there are others who lay now as still as the night, their bodies cold, no warmth can they feel from the ray of sun, and sadly to say, they have never known of our Father's love and that they had been set free. But every morning that you rise up take time to stop to pray thanking our Father up above for another beautiful rainy day.
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