Though morning weather chills the air
I sit embraced in my snug chair
and bow my head in whispered prayer.
He comforts me, my Papa dear.
As sun attempts to greet the day
And misty dew meets clouds of gray
I’m warmed within from Father’s rays.
The Spirit calms my every fear.
When Jesus’ words come into mind
I’m warmed by how my God designed
His grace and mercy intertwined
With love; affirmed us. It’s so clear.
Adoption is our final gift
And as our transformed hearts do shift
Our thinking and our minds do lift
From fear to love, His eyes appear.
No longer act as needy strays,
We willingly will lift our gaze;
Our words and deeds will also raise.
In Him we will abide sincere.