Morning Sun, love’s dawn today,
Curled up tight and small.
Whispered dreams, arms firm and strong,
To catch you in your fall.

And in your dream, a reaching mountain,
Striving to meet your wanting gaze;
Dwelling child, forever child,
Lonely in these darkened days.

‘Lo, my morning sun now rise,
Once more forever, dawn to be.
I see you soul; I choose you child;
Make your dwelling deep in me.

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