Wings of the Morning

A faint glow kisses the eastern sky.
Peeping over the horizon,
soft hues proclaim signs of a new dawn,
heralding the arrival of the wings of the morning.
The growing light chases away the night sky,
the final twinkling stars fade.
Sunlight cracks open the sky as I mount up on
wings of the morning.

And we are off!
Upward drafts thrust me on-wards,
Where will we go together?
The wings of the morning carry me,
over turbulent oceans and stormy seas.

Across desolate deserts and weary wastelands,
beyond rocky precarious peaks,
and mountains of exhilaration,
before diving into the depths of despair and doubt.
Where can I go from His presence I wonder?
He is riding beside me on the dawn.
His loving presence cocooning me close,
whispering a love song in my ear.

He will never leave me,
His right hand holds me fast,
There is no place He is not found,
and I am found everywhere with Him.
Where can I go from His presence I wonder?

If I take the wings of the morning or dwell in the
uttermost ends of the sea,
Even there shall Your hand lead me and Your
right hand shall hold me close.

Inspired by:

Psalm 139: 7-10 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.