Hello, the halo of new day unfolds earth’s ebbs and flows
Beneath the beaming countenance of heaven’s golden rose
Where petals of its former bloom have fallen in farewell
And no amount of wishful thinking can exhume its shell
Oh, ho, the yes and no of One much mightier than men
(Where all things work together for our good, if we love Him)
His is the hand that ushers in and opens up each hour
And breathes upon earth’s eastward brim the golden morning flow’r
Then rise and shine, His divine love will strengthen and sustain
And if we fix our hope in Him no flower falls in vain
But behooves us before Today decorates dusk’s headstone
To try to make the most of petals falling one by one
© Janet Martin
Beneath the beaming countenance of heaven’s golden rose
Where petals of its former bloom have fallen in farewell
And no amount of wishful thinking can exhume its shell
Oh, ho, the yes and no of One much mightier than men
(Where all things work together for our good, if we love Him)
His is the hand that ushers in and opens up each hour
And breathes upon earth’s eastward brim the golden morning flow’r
Then rise and shine, His divine love will strengthen and sustain
And if we fix our hope in Him no flower falls in vain
But behooves us before Today decorates dusk’s headstone
To try to make the most of petals falling one by one
© Janet Martin
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,
who have been called according to his purpose.
Romans 8:28
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