The loss and lament of yesterday
Has come and gone
The coral gleam of hope imbues
The trembling dawn
We lift our eyes unto the hills
Where none have trod
As the Unknown softly spills
From hands of God
His grace; sufficient for today
It wavers not
There is no Unknown in I AM
No hidden thought
And yet His love exceeds our need
And come what may
We trust the One who paints the dawn
On shades of gray
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!