Morning rolled over the eastern skyline like a gold hallelujah-song!
When morning comes a-beaming like a bride with her true love
And gold grace comes a-streaming from the vault of mercy’s trove
When night falls prey to Day, and day is like a tray heaped high
With second chances, oh it makes us glad to be alive
When dawn is like a beacon where we spar with yup and nope
Yet ever over eastern berm returns a hymn of hope
And when we pause to listen where Time glistens with Brand New
Oh, surely it behooves us to join in its gladness too
When darkness sheds its somber veil and weds the night with Day
When from love’s Holy Grail God pours The More that sustains clay
When what is said and done is not the end if we awake
To sands refurbished with demands of yawn, stretch, give and take
…then surely we are stirred to urge from heaven’s splurge, our best
For surly gods of fear cannot love’s sacred footing wrest
Or hamper the renewal where Time like a jewel gleams
With hallelujah choruses and hope’s victorious streams
© Janet Martin
Each morning hope’s footing is restored with light. Hallelujah!
The Lord looks down from heaven on the sons of men
to see if there are any who understand,
any who seek God.