Day-rise

New day rises, its surprises

Still fanciful and intact

Where life’s love and longing draws us

To an untarnished tarmac

For in spite of surly let-downs

And sorrows not yet subdued

Dawn dismantles from Time’s Unknown

Hope and committal renewed

Mercy’s gateway grafted grandly

On a foothold wrought of air

Draws us, burden-bent and scraggly

Forward on our here to There

For no boast or bold adorning

Can compare in its display

To the debut of a morning

As God grants another day

Come, let us reason together

Dare we with ill-tempered trust

Base elation on the weather

Or in fragile frames of dust?

Ah, the doorway to faith’s freeway

Swings on hinges heaven-shod

Where day rises; its surprises

Spilling from the will of God

 Janet Martin

 What, then, shall we say in response to these things? 

If God is for us, who can be against us?

Romans 8:31