Morning Praise-song

The sky is full of broken dark

The morning teems with lay of lark

The bark-clad shaft of winter’s cold

Is waving banners of green-gold

Before the daylight’s deeper hues

Of dusk’s returning for its dues

Since Eden’s grief the sweat of man

Must fill the sheaf of mortal span

The night for rest, the day for toil

None are exempt from Eden’s spoil

And yet upon this broken place

None are exempt from mercy’s grace

The Light is greater than the dark

Come; join the lay of lilting lark

For the Creator is not gone

He fills the Darkness with the Dawn

His Hope immortal fills our days

Come; wave the banner of His praise

© Janet Martin