There is Something 'bout a Morning...

 

There is something ‘bout a morning with fresh color on the air

Well, it fills my heart with wonder and my mouth with humble prayer

For the Keeper of Time’s hours in His pity for our state

Did not bar the earth from Heaven’s eye or fetter Mercy’s Gate

But with infinite compassion patience lavishes the sky

Dawn unfolds Love’s invitation from a Hand none dare deny

There is something ‘bout a morning that renews hope’s song within

See, His eye has not forsaken us in spite of our sin

And we are never called to suffer or to shoulder living’s load

Above that which we are able; morning-tide unveils the road

As the Keeper of Time’s hours lends a step-by-step embrace

And He never will forsake us; morning magnifies His grace

Yes, there’s something ‘bout a morning pouring through the thinning deep

That inspires us to journey on beneath its Giver’s keep

For Love did not seal against us that which we have failed to do

As His gracious arm defends us with a morning fresh and new

Thus we touch with sacred worship this pittance of Time and dust

Light replenishes the darkness, unknowns wait; in God we trust

© Janet Martin

 The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I have hope in Him."…Lam.3:22-24