The morning unfolds,
I hear Your voice clearly;
Your words whisper in the wind,
Dance through the tree.
My daughter, I am here,
Lord, I hear You say,
My daughter, I am here
Always on your pathway.
Hear the birds in unison,
I have them sing for you;
See the flowers blossom bright,
For you I made them too.
I delight to bring you joy,
Child, you know this to be so;
I died to set you free,
That joy you would know.
Come now with Me then,
Upon your pathway let us walk;
Take My hand, daughter,
My heart delights when we talk.
Yea, Lord, I cling to Your hand,
Thrilled to hear Your voice;
You are the passion of my life,
In You my heart does rejoice.
This purposeful pathway
Is ever so precious to me;
The touch of Your sweet love
Sparkles in all I see.
Surely You, my Jesus,
Sing in the birds I hear;
Surely Your voice whispers
In these soft winds so clear.
The path of life You show,
With joy my heart You fill;
Eternal pleasures at Your hand,
Your wish is my will.
Your words whisper in the wind,
They dance through the tree;
I find joy in Your presence,
Pleasures for all eternity.
© Caroline Gavin
Purposeful Pathway
Psalm 16:11
You have made known
to me the path of life;
you will fill me with
joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures
at your right hand.
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