So, the past few mornings I have found myself praying again for the people driving by while I wait for the bus. It has not quite been warm enough to read while waiting until the last few days. And I don’t really feel like reading until I get on the bus anyway.
Then, on the bus, the sun had risen a ways and I found “When Morning Gilds the Skies” singing its way through my head. I wished I had a Hymnal so I could pray/sing all the words.
I wish I had a copy machine so I could carry the words with me for future mornings.