In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. John 1:4-5
Soft, soft rose blush gilds paling hush
Of morning gently breaking
Grace breathes its prayer upon the air
Where a new day is waking
Though we have marred and often scarred
That place where echo lingers
Time’s fringe-less fold does not withhold
Love’s offering from our fingers
But tenderly from ether sea
In fathoms freely spilling
Mercy extends and kindly lends
Fresh frames for our filling
As from earth’s brink whisper of pink
Expands in grand slow-motion
I pray that we return to Thee
Oh Lord, frames of devotion
© Janet Martin
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