Once More The Break of Day

Where like a bloom sheds bud’s dark brace, once more the break of day

Unfolds the flower of God’s grace to cheer us on our way

Once more the break of day extols God’s mercies, ever new

And sets beneath feet bearing souls, Time’s beaming avenue

Where hope hoists up its sail upon frail vessels made of dust

As we, like blind men trace the braille of humble faith and trust

Ahoy, ahoy, where sorrow-sacred joy buoys the heart

Where winds of change oft rearrange the courses that we chart

Where like a bloom sheds bud’s dark brace, once more the break of day

Unfolds the flower of God’s grace to cheer us on our way

Our Captain, like a father delights in giving good gifts

So we cling to His lifeline lest our sight-prone vessel drifts

And misses, at the end of days, the goal of Heaven’s shore

As we step out of vessels into Soul’s Forevermore

© Janet Martin