When morning comes
When the morning comes, we will start a new day.
The sunrises up to greet us pushing away the darkness that flooded the night.
The worries we had in the depth of black time fades away with its first rays.
Oh, the pain and grief that we shared, that enveloped the river of thoughts that streamed through our minds float away on the morning breeze.
When the morning comes, we will find a new way.
Our weary feet will hit the floor, though timid at first, their strength will swell with the drawing deeply of the sweet wisp of fragrance on the morning breeze.
The ticking clock reminds us that the day is precious and each moment should be filled with the hope of appreciating the grace gift of life.
An early morning shower like a dip in the baptismal pool washes away all concerns and focuses life upon the path that is ahead.
When the morning comes, we will be blessed with what to say.
Our feet step out into the morning sun and the feel of it upon the face warms the soul to its depth.
We meet our neighbor on our way, he seems lost in the shadow of his day, so the words we share uplift him there and make his steps lighter upon his way.
A little further along the path, there stands someone from our past, a bit of hurt still looms within, but with the word forgive, a future sighting will make us live.
When the morning comes, we will live life to the full.
We will go somewhere we have never been.
We will learn a skill that could help us win within our hopes, dreams and desires.
We will set the world on its edge and spin it with a solemn pledge.
When the morning comes, we will give it to God
He will use us wherever we trod to be His hands, His feet and share His heart with all we meet.
