A Daybreak Hymn of Hope...Sonnet of Fair Morning

Oh, praise the sacred Hand that rends the veil

And does not leave us pining in the dark

But pours His lavish grace from mercy’s Grail

To pierce the night with Hope’s expanding spark

Lift up with gladness your worship to Him

Lest stones cry out to sing His ardent praise

Oh feel the pulse of midnight growing dim

The thickened gloom dissolves beneath His gaze

The Oracle of Deity imparts

His wonderment of Light to fainting hearts

Lift up the feeble measure of your faith

He imbues doleful shadows with His pow’r

As yesterday, a whilom, lifeless wraith

Can never force its fear upon the hour

But virgin Hope expels the dismal deep

In canvases of morning, pure, unmarred

Oh, hear the tender Shepherd call His sheep

The Door into His fold is never barred

And if we listen we can hear His voice

Above the ceaseless clamoring of choice  

This thorn and thistle, toil and trial span

Is but a zephyr-gasp upon earth’s plain

No test is borne uncommon unto man

Yet Hope prevails in spite of grief and pain

A new Dawn waits; its glory is the Son

Earth’s daybreak but a whisper of His might

Soon our little sojourn here is done

And death is but the gateway to His Light

We point our faces to a better home

As Heaven breathes to earth ‘Shalom, Shalom’

© Janet Martin