Gift of Infinite Compassion

Armed with the valor of new hope

Dawn sweeps the stringent sky

Outlining limb and darkened slope

‘gainst heaven’s waking eye

It spreads in victory certain

Up to the vaulted blue

And rends the heavy curtain

And bids the night adieu

As surely as God’s keeping

As surely as His word

As sure as every season

The pulse of life is stirred

To wake above, new morning

To nudge beneath, the seeds

As spring-time’s grand adorning

Its awesome Maker heeds

Armed with the surety of God’s care

We view this virgin day

Breaking across the atmosphere

In dawn’s perfect array

As we, earth’s vilest creature

Touch Mercy’s unmarred face

Trusting fair nature's Teacher

And God’s amazing grace

© Janet Martin

It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. Lam. 3: 22-23