Poetry - The Shining Son - Randall Nelsen

In the dawns early Light

Of a Glorious Day

I saw the Son Rising

And Guiding my Way

His Word was a Lamp to the Path of my feet

He Guided my steps as I walked down his streets

I walked without fear of ever going astray

Or being touched by earths shadow 

At the End of my day

I will Abide in Him with confident Trust

For His Sun was sent down

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