The sound of a lone rooster called me to witness the predawn drama at our hosts Australian farmhouse. Stars splashed across the sky like sparkling crystals tossed across black velvet. A hint of gold lined the horizon, nudging animals awake. Willy wagtails chirped and farm turkeys responded with shrill calls that split the morning air. Cows, horses, and sheep sang out their good morning songs. God named the light Day, he named the dark Night. It was evening, it was morning.... - Genesis 1:5 God bless your day.
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