First light of morning, you shine on my face,
Washing me joyfully of the night. "The time for sleeping has ended, awake! Awake and look to the light." Every waking is a resurrection, The day has come to invite us again to live. Whether short or long in the night, Restless or at peace, God sang over us as we slept, Now it is time we join His song of joy, For His mercies are new again, Like fresh baked bread, And His grace is present, Like the breath in our lungs, And His love is faithful still, As faithful in the day as it was in the night. Comments are closed.
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