Aren't Morning Glories beautiful? I find them awe-inspiring. I've just come from the garden, where to my delight, I discovered several open blossoms. A few years ago, I wrote a poem to express what was on my heart.
Fresh and new each morning,
Growing, climbing, spreading their beauty.
Jewel-toned hues of blue and purple
Gracefully wind their way up the trellis.
I stand in amazement at this wondrous display of beauty.
Morning Glory, precious One,
Your love is unfailing, fresh and new each day.
I stand in awe and worship You,
And find my heart has no words.
Morning Glory of my soul,
Entwine Yourself upon the trellis of my heart,
Until my life becomes a reflection of Your amazing grace,
Radiant with the beauty of my Lord.
© Lynn McCallum 2005