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The mountains shine the sunrise, as God begins our day,

He is always hopeing, We will take some time to pray.

The colors of the morning, stream throughout the morn,

It’s a gift each new day, from a savior who was born.

If we take a moment and if our spirit still,

We may hear our father, telling us His will.

If we take a moment just to read His word,

Then the wisdom He imparts will be what others heard.

The great and mighty judges, and the saints of old,

Listened to our Father, and did as they were told.

I am not as yielding, I do not always hear,

I am sometimes busy, or have too much fear.

I want to be like Daniel, maybe Noah’s son,

They never heard the Lord, just a father other’s shun.

I want to be like Rehab, who helped the Lords plan,

She looked beyond herself, and just helped out a man.

Then I sit and wonder, what made them all so great,

We need time before the Lord, We need to stop and wait.