and the day is still
While the world is waking
and before a word has pressed off my lips
You come.
In Your lowly way of humility
and mysterious way of peace
You come.
In Your waiting way
and initiating way
and proclaiming way
and Your way of making all things new.
Come.
And let me be Eastered with You.
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