Gently the morn is stealing

Over the sleeping hill;
Dawn in the lake is mirrored,
All of the the earth is still.
God of the living morning,
God of the glowing dawn,
You are my hearts devotion,
You are my morning song

About Us

As the dew softly gathers on the hillsides of homeAs it trickles gently down to the stream,And the stream yields its waters to the river below,Let the love of God be flowing through me.Who passing through the valley…make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools. Ps. 84:6The stream of my life began in the high plains of northern Mexico on the edge of the Sierra Madre mountains. The current’s twists and turns have taken me across the plains of central Kansas, flowing northward till they reached the village of Millbank in southwestern Ontario.Along the way, music and poetry have been my constant companions. The songs I have written in the last 39 years are meant to be wells of refreshing and comfort to those who pass by them.If you want to copy my songs for use in a church or school setting, you are free to do so. I ask that you write “Used by permission of Loren Burns” on the bottom of the page.If you want to record or publish any of my songs, please fill out the contact form.

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If you want to record or publish any of my songs, please fill out the contact form with your name, email, and a brief message about whether you’d like to record one of my songs, publish it, or if you have another request. Thank you!

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