by Shelbie Williams,
October 7, 2011
For your light has come!
And the glory of the Lord is risen upon you.
For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth,
And deep darkness the people;
But the Lord will arise over you,
And His glory will be seen upon you.”
– Isaiah 60:1-2, NKJV –
When morning paints the thin air gold
And stencils the clouds with silver linings,
Then all the dark hills their life-green unfold,
The rocks like embers gleaming.
Oh, Morning, harbinger of mercy’s store,
Creation of the Most High Lord,
Declare thy Maker’s praise the more,
With snowy clouds and flowers’ bud.
As this live sun unfolds its ray
To shine on my o’erflowing heart,
It faithfully sprints on the race of day,
Rejoicing in the morning’s start.
Maker, Father, Redeemer, Lord,
What faithfulness is Yours!
Before mornings were, Your plan was formed,
The first morn blushed awake when You gave the word.
Night soon did fall, and with it man,
But morning came again, just the same.
Unshaken in Your sovereign plan,
O God, You loved beyond our shame.
Though day and night pressed on for years,
Darkness reigned, and with it tears
Of sorrow, grief, and sin,
But sun-drops of light could still get in.
But hush! Look up! The Morning Star
Has dawned. Bow down and give Him awe.
For the dark has gone–true light now shines,
Piercing this darkest heart of mine.
Each morning as the sun peeks out
Into a world still sinning,
I believe that soon a morn will come
And Light will have no ending.
Oh Morning, harbinger of mercy’s store,
Shout praise unto Salvation’s Lord.
Declare thy Maker’s praise still more,
For Night has fallen ‘neath His victory sword.