Joy of Morning


God’s love is like a morning,

Arising in my soul. 

A perfect, constant dawning,

So warm and wonderful.


Though the earthly night surrounds,

It cannot pierce within.

Dark of death no more is found,

Nor cold of pain and sin.


Day seems a bright beginning,

Yet noontide is past.

In Him it’s never-ending,

Forever, first and last.


Shades of fear are put to flight,

Far from the horizon,

Where breaks forth the radiant light

Of one and only Son.


Awaken and uplift your eyes,

To peer into the blaze.

Join in singing with the skies,

Their morning hymn of praise.

2 thoughts on “Joy of Morning

  1. Powell says:

    Beautiful! Do you write this?

    Sent from my iPhone



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