Down the steps to the kitchen with coffee on my mind,
the first light of new mercies peek through the trees.
Fingers of grace in pink and gold
announce the day the Lord has made.
I rub sleep from my eyes and regret from my thoughts,
remembering my wandering and bitterness.
Remembering brings remorse,
brings repentance,
yet your kindness brings redemption, Lord.
Like this new morning, rays of sunshine now broad and bright,
Your grace is fresh and alive
and sufficient for today.
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