Even more sure than the rising of the Sun

a poem by: carole l. haines

And here He is again, God, ever faithful, ever present.

The moment I open my eyes, I become aware that He is near.

and when my eyes are closing to sleep at night, I hear Him

I sense Him, like my last conscious breath, before dreams arise

There He is again, singing His songs over me, watching me sleep

And in the morning, it is the rise and fall of His breathing that awakens me

It is the gentle touch of His sunlight that calls me forth into my day.

My God is even more sure than the rising of the sun

even more beautiful than all the world’s wonders.

My God is even more Beloved, I am His and He is mine

Faithful, ever faithful, sure, constant, unmoving, unwavering

O Holy God, O Mighty King, All Glorious in Splendor

I am here, awaiting, watching, listening, seeing

My God, I sit here in awe of the One whose Promised Love

is even more sure than the rising of the Sun.