God’s love is like a morning,
Arising in my soul.
A perfect, constant dawning,
So warm and wonderful.
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Though the earthly night surrounds,
It cannot pierce within.
Dark of death no more is found,
Nor cold of pain and sin.
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Day seems a bright beginning,
Yet noontide is past.
In Him it’s never-ending,
Forever, first and last.
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Shades of fear are put to flight,
Far from the horizon,
Where breaks forth the radiant light
Of one and only Son.
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Awaken and uplift your eyes,
To peer into the blaze.
Join in singing with the skies,
Their morning hymn of praise.
Beautiful! Do you write this?
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