Sometimes daybreak feels like a trumpet-sound!
Praise the One whose eye designs
Day-breaks glorious hues
Frames the follies of mankind
With what grace renews
With love’s sympathy
Stuns nay-sayers with the art-
Work of His Majesty
Forgives sins if we confess
He who braved death’s sword
Cheers us with His promises
If we trust His word
Once for all, suffered the cost
Torn from limb to limb
Where faith must take up its cross
If we follow Him
Praise the One who knows the Whole
Where we see in part
Honour, revere and extol
He who knows the heart
He who knows what lies ahead
He whose will designs
Avenues where hope and dread
Unknown’s tread aligns
He who opens heaven’s bars
Not with sound, but sight
And obliterates the stars
With a shophar of light
© Janet Martin
In the morning, O LORD, You will hear my voice;
In the morning I will order my prayer to You and eagerly watch.
Psalm 5:3 NASB
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