PAD Challenge day 11: 'make a statement as your title and expand on it' poem
Morning is a lovely time of life
The old has passed and on horizons new
Hope spills across Time’s pitfall-avenue
For we are creatures born to toil and strife
But morning is a lovely time of life
The old has passed and on horizons new
Mist-melodies unfurl on waking hills
And though we drink the gall of spills and ills
See, now our cup is filled with virgin hue
The old has passed and on horizons; New
Mist-melodies unfurl on waking hills
The glory of God’s goodness and His grace
Cannot be sealed in midnight’s dark embrace
As mercy from ten-thousand legions spills
Mist-melodies unfurl on waking hills
The glory of God’s goodness and His grace
Though oft misunderstood abides full, free
He knows, though storm may rend the sky and sea
‘Tis then we seek that comforting embrace
...the glory of God’s goodness and His grace
© Janet Martin
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