In Spite of Trouble's Test... or Morning-tide and Man

 From the sunset last night...

 ...to the sunrise this morning

 ...the heavens declare His glory

The sunrise melts the dark

Ethereal tangerine

Obliterates the starry arc

Where slumber’s light had been

As beaming break of day

Soft-snuffs kajillion flares

And we are met with hope’s heaped tray

From He who hears our prayers

While trouble’s test abides

And common cares oppress

The faithful love of God provides

Man’s means to happiness

In greater portion pours

His goodness and His grace

The hope we have through Him restores

Glad purpose to life’s race

Impulse is sure to err

The master of regret

Darling, then let’s fold into prayer

Those things that make us fret

Because the countryside

In spite of trouble’s test

Is a poem of morning tide

To man, supremely blessed

© Janet Martin

There's SO much we could potentially fret about...

 Be still before the Lord
    and wait patiently for him;
do not fret when people succeed in their ways,
    when they carry out their wicked schemes.

⁸ Refrain from anger and turn from wrath;
    do not fret—it leads only to evil.
⁹ For those who are evil will be destroyed,
    but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.

Psalm 37:7-9