By: Carole L. Haines
There it is, that first light, that first glimmer of hope that the dark is ending
A faded denim sky begins to appear, and glimpses of color alight
Mingled with the few clouds straggling by, like wanderers in the night
The Moon bows and fades, stage right,
as he sees the Sun emerge on the other side
The Stars begin to close their eyes for a good day’s rest,
one by one they fade while whispering farewells
It’s The Dawn, finally Day, and the long night is over
All the world will warm to the Sun’s fresh light
Like the mercies of God, which are New every morning
New every morning, New every morning
Breathe in that hope, one eye open at first, squinting to see
Like Elijah straining to catch a glimpse of that small cloud on the horizon
More and more the light breaks through and I feel the hope arise within
The night is passing, that long dark night of the Soul
Tired muscles stretch and reach, bend and twist in movement
That morning stretch, that cup of Joe, that hug from God
Good days are coming, the war is fading, the battle won
Announcing its Victory with the Rising Sun
Whispering to me Good Morning, Good Day
21 I recall this to my mind,
Therefore I wait.
22 The Lord’s acts of mercy indeed do not end,
For His compassions do not fail.
23 They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I wait for Him.”
25 The Lord is good to those who await Him,
To the person who seeks Him.
26 It is good that he waits silently
For the salvation of the Lord. (Lamentations 3:21-26)