Hope runs to freedom, skies fill with blue,valleys and mountains are cast in love’s hue.The dawn of a New day rises to crest.Announcing, pronouncing, God’s will be blessed. Tears run to streams of waters that light-sparkle, like thousands of angels at night.Dreams come to fore, they break in the days,comforted, soaked in mercy’s sweet gaze. […]

“At The Dawn”, worship poem from L.Willows (Blessing, Eternal Hope) — The BELOVED