The beach was glowing in the sunlight as the new day began.
I sat, watching the splendor unfold before me.
The clouds filled the sky with white, cottony patches that changed in hue as the sun rose.
Every day is a new day.
A new day to live for God.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”