Ever so slowly it comes,
and then in a rush is here,
like the sun gently rising
to become a ball of fire,
the hint of holy promise
touches dreams not yet dreamed.
The unseen now unfolding,
changing what can now be seen
into some breathtaking new
that also has not been seen.
No one knows from whence it comes,
this purpose filled plan of God.
As one squinting in bright sun,
we look for markers not seen,
on a way never walked,
only knowing that all is new
on this road to not yet seen,
but that faith will get us there.
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