his mercies new every morning

if not needed then this wouldn't be

yesterday passed, today at last

what's to come not meant to be worried

sit, relax, enter in to intimacy

that is the subject not what you read

for at some point today, mystery made

you'll hear him like wind through the trees

won't have to echo, words read in the a.m.

often something completely different

it's exactly what he'd like you to know

your name is called "friend" down this road

so travel lightly, and with each day anew

just sit for a minute and as you do

he'll deposit a treasure that won't remain long

before day is over, you'll hear a heart-whispered song

you won't have to wonder,

you'll know it was him

out of the blue it will happen

call it Colored by his spirit within