Day Light
                   
Written by Johanna Greenlaw

 

 

                                         

                                   There is something in the glory of each morning-

                                   It's bright shining stirs me from sleep.

                                   There is a calm reassurance in the message

                                   The sunrise so carefully brings.

 

                                    In a whisper of pastel and perfection

                                    Jesus says, "Here is another day,

                                    Live it well, my child,

                                    Live it for me and in my way,"

 

                                    With the glimmer of dew on the blades

                                    I arise and am met with dawn again.

                                    There is joy in my heart, unspeakable

                                    For the souls I will help to win.

 

                                    The simple touch of His love

                                    Has led me to know each hour

                                    Every second is important

                                    Every moment is in His power.

                                    Nothing is without His knowledge-

                                    All things He knows and allows

                                    When a trial appears I cry tears,

                                    But I know He is with me now. 

 

                                    Each day is a welcomed journey-

                                    Minutes are stops along the way.

                                    He gives us the opportunity

                                   To rest, to love,to stay.                                 

 

                                    When the day has arrived at an end

                                    Night time falls upon our eyes-

                                    In it we must hold on to the stars

                                    And like them, we must be lights. 

 

                                    His hand is upon our hearts.

                                    He keeps them beating with His blood.

                                    We are His children for all time-

                                    Washed and saved by His love.

 

 

 

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