Watching the morning break was like having a front row seat at a
Second-to-none free-for-all Symphony
This was a performance like never before
and never will be again, as is each daybreak!
Ps.139:17-18
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.
Blush-brushed beauty, ushers duty to Time's kindly-kindled Wick
Heaven trembles with ensembles, soon cut to progression's Quick
Mercy quivers, love delivers That which only God supplies
Age-old token crowns the broken with glimpses of paradise
Crowns the rubble of Time’s trouble with covenantal embrace
Seals the treasure of His pleasure with His signature of grace
Like a chorus, gold and glorious from a welkin wellspring borne
While the Teacher cheers the creature with love’s favour of fresh morn
The Creator awes spectators like no other god can do
Peals of wonder humbly thunder in the likes of me and you
Janet Martin
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