In the stillness before dawn my morning unfolds as I awaken wondering how many times can mercy rise insistent as the sun

Then I remember a promise,carried on the breath of the wind, it’s the Holy Spirit speaking:“Great is Your faithfulness.”

I think of the enemy,the creeping doubt,the voice that slithers through the chasms of my resolve,and I pray for protection,for the hands of Christ to write my story anew

a divine editor,erasing the lines of despair,adding stanzas of grace and so I rise,each morning a resurrection, in His Mercy unfathomable yet certain

Rewrite my story every morning and protect me from the enemy oh lord