Poetry

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Movement One ~
When day’s first light brightens the morn
And shade of night from dawn is shorn,
When morning birds across the earth
Celebrate the new day’s birth,
Lift up your heart in praise to God
Who has Himself walked on our sod.
Open wide gates of your heart
That His Word He may impart.

Movement Two ~
When noonday sun climbs high the sky,
And joy and hope are running high,
When sorrows seem to disappear
Our hearts o’erflow with praise to share.
Be sure the praise is made God’s Own
Who knit the flesh upon your bone.
The Lord of Light the Maker is;
Awesome splendor is solely His.

Movement Three ~
When mists and fog of sorrow swirl,
And hail of hate at us is hurled,
When dismal disappointments rise
And wounding words cut down to size
Hope and joy, our delight in life,
We praise Him Who knows well our strife,
For He remains the Lord of love,
And rules from mighty throne above.

Movement Four ~
When crimson rays spread like fingers,
And golden sun barely lingers,
When stars first start their glimmerings,
And moon its silver shimmerings,
Lift your heart to God in praise,
To Him your halleljahs raise.
Listen with ears of faith and love,
And know you’re watched by One above.

Copyright © Thom Mollohan

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