Behold, God is my salvation, I will trust and not be afraid;
‘For YAH, the LORD, is my strength and song;
He also has become my salvation.’ ”
Isa.12:2
For all the fear and trouble that nobody can escape
There’s something about morning as we see it taking shape
That makes us feel like favourites of He who grants its
grace
And stirs a hymn within the heart and smile upon the face
For all the hurt and heartache that still waits to test
time’s cast
There’s something about morning as it hoists its glorious
mast
That makes us feel like heirs of so much more than we
deserve
As God so rich in
mercy showers earth with light and love
For all the ways that we could count to crumble in
despair
There’s something about morning that evokes a humble
prayer
Where Hope hails to the masses to trust and not be afraid
And to rejoice in this; the day that our Lord has made
There’s something about whispers escalating to hurrah
As we, the beneficiaries of Beauty gape in awe
While He who Was, IS and Will BE flings gleaming gates ajar
Where something about morning makes us glad right where
we are
....glad to be (however teeny) a part of something grand
The Workmanship and worshiper of He, First in Command
That suddenly makes sacred the Dusk toward which we strive
Where something about morning makes us glad to be alive
© Janet Martin
Audrey expresses exactly how I feel about morning in this clip! 😀
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