Ever-new

Dawn threads through wooden harps

And spreads its music sheets

Across the dark where grace imparts

New anthems to Time’s streets

From Heaven’s breath-veiled Gate

New mercies God bestows

Then let His praises saturate

Our wanting, wishing woes

Behold, in robes of gold

Or folds of grays and blues

New orchestral madrigals roll

To ancient avenues

And we of mortal choir

Are behooved to agree

That none but God can tune earth’s sod

With newness faithfully

© Janet Martin

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