Praise to the Father
Who brews each morning fresh.
Praise Him
Who gently dots the grass with gold and scarlet and white.
Praise Him
Who dusts this day with sunshine and grace.
Praise Him
Who thinks on me – me! – and delights.
Praise Him
Who grants hope eternal.
Praise to the Son
Who shines through darkness I thought once impenetrable.
Praise Him
Who reminds me with love the mercy he extends.
Praise Him
Who alone keeps me in safety.
Praise Him
Who weeps with my weeping friends.
Praise Him who drenches me in salvation with scarred palms.
Praise to the Holy Ghost
Who brushes peace past my cheek on the morning breeze.
Praise Him
Who whispers true guidance to my soul.
Praise Him
Who makes me shout and dance with joy like a toddler with a dripping popsicle.
Praise Him
Who breathes in me a hope I didn’t have yesterday.
Amen.
Written in honor of my Granny Faith, whose 84th birthday is today.
a fresh brewed faith 
So beautifully expressed! YES! Praise Him!
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