Oh Holiest of thoughts,

  Thy treasure swells within,

And sweeps the music of your lips

  To cleanse me from my sin.

I stretch my soul to greet you

  Before night falls away,

Speaking words in slumber,

  My heart begins to pray.

And in that deep communion,

  I know that You are there,

Forming every syllable

  While silence speaks the prayer.

Then when the mist of morning

  Rises up to show the way,

I bow to thank you, Father,

  In the freshness of today,

Priscilla E. Wyatt

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