Waiting for the Rising Sun, for Surely it Will Rise
A song stirred within me as I sat in the quiet of early morning, “Because He lives, I can face tomorrow. Because He lives all fear is gone … ” Wiping a tear, I looked toward the east, waiting for the rising sun, for surely it would rise.
As certain as the rising sun is God’s faithfulness to me. So why do I worry? Why do I fret? Why do I allow the things of earth to steal my joy and trouble my soul?
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