I love foggy mornings.
I slow down,
become raptly watchful,
listen more intently,
and erase self-reliance.
I do not want to be foggy headed.
I need my Abba Father to bless me
with clear mindedness.
I need the LORD to remind me
that I cannot see everything.
I love foggy mornings.
They quiet my soul.
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