Morning...

 This morning the sun-rise looked like a pink heart-cloud:)

Awesome God

Morning in triumph rends night’s raven bar

Mercy and grace have not withdrawn their hope

Ascending over earth’s need-stricken slope

Opaline glory flings its gates ajar

To shed upon this toil and trouble strand

Not judgment, void of love’s long-suff’ring plea

But from the backdrop of life’s mystery

Holy compassion lavishes the land

From porticoes not marred by flesh and blood

He bathes the dark with heaven’s hallowed flood

Marauders of covetousness and lust

We gaze from sepulchers of want and greed

To He who for mortal’s Primary Need

Put on a robe of humble, human dust

And Immortality with arms wide spread

Upon rough timber, cried out ‘it is done’

He satisfied The Need for everyone

Redemption once for all, His blood was shed

And all He asks of us is to believe

In Him; and everlasting Life receive

He does not leave us pining in the Dark

But lights the Way for everyone to see

For Truth and Life lead to eternity

And Hope is more than a translucent spark

His faithfulness and mercy lights the dawn

Forgiveness flows; sacred, sufficient stream

Not sealed within death’s mute, mystic requiem

But pouring from the power of the Son

As Light in triumph rends night’s heavy veil

His mercy, grace and love will never fail

© Janet Martin